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LITTLE   FOLKS  IN  BUSY- LAND 


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LITTLE  FOLKS 
IN   BUSY- LAND 

BY 
ADA  VAN  STONE  HARRIS 

AND 

LILLIAN  McLEAN  WALDO 


ILLUSTRATIONS 
BY 

ELIZABETH   JONES   BABCOCK 


NEW  YORK 

CHARLES  SCRIBNER'S  SONS 

MCMXVI 


Copyright,   1910.  by 
CHARLES  SCRIBNER'S  SONS 


Published  November.   1U1G 


"  There  is  work  that  is  work ; 

There  is  play  that  is  play ; 

There  is  play  that  is  work ; 

There  is  work  that  is  play — 
And  one  of  these  four 
Is  the  very  best  way." 


RED-LETTER  DAYS 


Columbus  Day 


Thanksgiying 


Christmas 


New  Year 


Lincoln's  or 


Sailboats 


PAGE 

18 


Vegetable  and  Fruit  Folk        74—77 

Jack-o'-Lantern 79 

Nut  People       85-91 

Puritans        105 

Log  House 1 10 

See  toys  in  different  sections 
I  Special  Christmas  Gifts    .     .      130 


Calendar  and  Blotter 


Lost  House 


I  X2 


I  IO 


Valentines 132 


Washington's  Birthday.  Soldier  Caps  and  Tents  .     .  5,  16 
Valentine  Day 

Arbor  Day See  "Wood-Land"    .     .  .  93-110 

May  Day See  "  Flower-Land "       .  .      61-70 

Memorial  Day    ....  Soldier  Caps  and  Tents  .     .  5,  16 


Flag  Day 


Paint  Flai 


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CONTENTS 


PAGE 

PAPER-LAND 4 

Construction — Town,  Soldier  Camp,  Cows  and  Dogs,  Horses, 
Farm,  Furniture,  School,  Church,  Car,  Windmills,  Soldier 
Caps,  Kites,  Boats,  Circus,  Merry-go-Round,  Book,  Envelope. 

Boxes — Cages  for  Circus  Animals,  Cart  for  Clown,  Pill-Box 
Druggist,  Cars,  Box  Town. 

Cutting — Farm  Animals,  Garden  Tools,  People,  Circus  Animals, 
Train. 

SHADOW-LAND 29 

Silhouette  in  Ink  or  Black  Paper — Train,  People,  Landscape, 
Animals,  Garden  Tools,  Vegetables,  Dishes,  Illustrating 
Mother  Goose  Rhyme,  Sailboat. 

COLOR-LAND 39 

Color  Relations — Water,  Landscape,  Rainbow,  Stained-Glass 
Window,  Flowers,  Color  Story. 

Primary  Colors — Red,  Apple  and  Clover;  Orange,  Tiger  Lily 
and  Pumpkin;  Yellow,  Dandelion  and  Pears;  Green,  Grass 
and  Trees;  Blue,  Bluebirds  and  Water;  Violet,  \ lolet  and 
Grapes. 

Tints  and  Shades — Hen  and  Chickens,  Birds,  Feathers,  Butter- 
fly, Leaves,  Japanese  Lanterns. 

FLOWER-LAND 61 

Flower  Folk — Daisy  Dolls,  Pansy  Dolls,  Morning-Glory  Dolls, 
Haw  Dolls,  Hollyhock  Dolls,  Burdock  Dolls,  Poppy  Dolls. 

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PAGE 

VEGETABLE-LAND       .      .  ." 71 

Vegetable  Folk  and  Animals — Gourd  Dolls,  Pickle  Doll, 
Apple  Doll,  Corn-Husk  Doll,  Radish  Baby,  Corn-Cob  Baby, 
Jack-o'-Lantern,  Lemon  and  Potato  Pigs. 

NUT-LAND 82 

Walnut  Policeman,  Almond-Nut  Lady,  Hazelnut  Child,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Acorn,  Acorn  Dishes,  Acorn  Tops,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Peanut, 
Peanut  Animals,  Horse-Chestnut  Family,  Horse-Chestnut 
Furniture,  Horse-Chestnut  Animals,  Miss  Hickory-Nut,  Nut 
Jewelry — Chains  and  Bracelets. 

WOOD-LAND 93 

Cork — Storks. 
Bark — Birch  Canoe. 
Spools — House,  Furniture,  Man. 
Clothespins — House,  Furniture,  People. 
Pine — Walking  Family. 

Wood — Doll   House,    Doll-House    Furniture,    Doll    Wagon,    Sail- 
boat, Log  House,  Log-House  Furniture. 
Raphia — Miss  Raphia,  Raphia  Broom. 

WEAVING-LAND in 

The  W'eaver's  Work — Yarn  Doll,  Cap  and  Coat,  Rug  and  Loom, 

Doll    Hammock    and    Loom,  Weaving    Story,    Horse-Reins, 

Easter  Chickens. 
At    the    Weavers'    Fair — Johnny-Cake,    Gingerbread    Twins, 

Prune  People,  Marshmallow  Men,  Fig  and  Raisin  Animals, 

Candy  People  (Lollypop  Grandmothers,  etc.). 

HOME-LAND 127 

Clay — Mrs.  Clay,  Fruit,  Cake,  House. 

Gifts  for  the  Clays — Christmas  Presents,  New  Year  Presents, 
Valentines. 

HELPS  FOR  MAKING 133 


LITTLE   FOLKS  IN   BUSY-LAND 


Good  little  Clara  Clay 
Is  going  far  away — 
Far,  far  away — 
On  a  visit. 

To  see  her  cousins  all 
Will  take  her  until  fall. 
See  eight  trunks  small 
For  this  visit. 

The  coach  bring  to  the  door, 
And  peanut  horses  four. 
She'll  need  no  more 
For  this  visit. 

Bring  wagons  and  a  cart, 
The  eight  trunks,  too,  must  start. 
Girls  must  look  smart 
On  a  visit. 


Little  Clara  filled  the  eight  little  trunks  with  her 
little  dresses,  little  coats,  little  hats,  little  gloves,  and 
little  shoes.  She  did  not  forget  her  little  brush  and 
comb  and  her  little  tooth-brush,  for  she  was  a  neat 
little  girl.  Then  with  black  paint  her  father  marked 
on  each  trunk:  "Clara  Clay,   Busy-Land." 

By  that  time  the  little  horses  and  carriage  were 
quite  ready  for  her  to  start.  As  soon  as  Clara  was 
seated  the  little  peanut  horses  trotted  off.  They  ran 
for  ten  miles  in  a  straight  line,  and  for  five  miles 
more  in  a  crooked  one,  and  after  that  they  galloped 
as  fast  as  they  could  for  twenty  minutes,  and  after 
that  they  walked  slowly  for  half  an  hour. 

Then  the  peanut  horses  turned  a  corner,  and  before 
them  lay  a  beautiful  paper  road.  It  was  as  white 
as  snow  and  just  as  smooth  as  marble.  Clara  knew 
this  must  be  the  road  to  Paper-Land. 


Away  the  horses  flew !  Clickity-click,  clickity-clack, 
clickity-click-click-clack,  clipity-clip,  clipity-clap,  clipity- 
clip-clip-clap.  They  dashed  past  a  sign-post  that  had 
a  large  hand  pointing  to  Paper-Land.  Paper- Land 
was  to  be  the  first  stop  in  Busy-Land,  so  Clara 
began  to  sing : 

"  Oh,  Paper-Land  !     Paper-Land  ! 
See  the  paper  people  grand  ! 
Paper  houses,  schools,  and  stores, 
Paper  roofs  and  paper  floors. 
Everywhere  in   Paper-Land 
Boys  and  girls  go  hand   in   hand." 


B^PER-LAND 


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Here  we  go,  hand  in  hand 
Through  the  towns  of  Paper-Land. 


The  little  coach  had  not  gone  far  along  Paper- 
Road  when  Clara  saw  a  high  hill  with  a  soldiers' 
camp  on  it.  Up  the  hill  went  the  peanut  horses, 
and  they  chattered, 

and  clattered, 

and  pattered 
till  they  reached  the  soldiers'  camp. 

Clara  saw  six  large  paper  tents  in  the  shade  of 
six  beautiful  paper  trees.  Guns  and  cannon  stood 
about,  but  where  were  the  soldiers  ?  A  piece  of 
paper  pinned  to  the  flagpole  told  Clara. 

"  Gone  to  the  circus  !  "  she  read.  "  Oh,  we  shall 
just  be  in  time  for  the  circus ! "  laughed  Clara. 
"Hurry,  Dancer  and  Prancer  and  Robin  and  Dobbin! 
Hurry!      Hurry  as   fast  as  you   can!" 


The  horses  galloped  and  galloped  faster  than  they 
had  ever  gone  before  till  they  met  a  little  paper  dog, 
who  ran  out  and  barked  at  them.  That  was  only  the 
dog's  way  of  saying:  "Welcome  to  Paper-Land,  little 
Clara  Clay!" 

Clara  said  "  Thank  you  "  and  "  How  do  you  do  " 
to  the  polite  paper  dog,  and  then  he  ran  back  to  his 
master,  a  paper  cowboy.  The  cowboy  was  driving 
five  fine  paper  cows  to  Paper-Town. 

The  five  paper  cows  bowed  to  Clara  and  said: 
"Moo!  Moo!  Moo!"  That  was  their  only  way  of 
saying:  "How  do  you  do!  How  do  you  do!  How 
do  you  do  ! " 


By  and  by  Clara  came  to  a  man  and  a  dog  who 
were  taking  five  snow-white  horses  to  pasture.  The 
dog  barked,  "  Good  morning ! "  the  horses  neighed, 
"Good  morning!"  and  the  man  called,  "Good  morn- 
ing !     Good  morning  !  " 

"Good  morning!"  cried  Clara.  "What  beautiful 
white  horses!"  ''These  are  circus  horses,"  explained 
the  man.  "  You  will  see  them  in  the  big  parade 
this  afternoon  drawing  the  clown's  cart.  He  stands 
up  in  his  little  cart  and  drives  all  these  horses  with 
one  hand. 

"  There  is  a  fine  clown  in  our  show, 
Whose  face  is  as  white  as  bread  dough. 
He  stands  up  to  drive  these  white  horses  five, 
This  brave  little  clown  in  our  show." 


Little  Clara  rode  on  and  on  until  she  came  to 
Paper-Farm,  which  was  very  near  Paper-Town.  The 
peanut  horses  knew  that  they  were  to  have  dinner 
at  Paper-Farm,  so  they  hurried  toward  the  great  barn. 

The  sheep  saw  Clara  before  the  other  animals 
did,  so  they  cried:  "Baa!  Baa!  Baa!"  "Why  do 
you  baa?"  asked  the  cow.  "We  see  little  Clara 
Clay,  so  we  baa,"  said  the  sheep.  "  Then  I  will 
moo,"  said  the  cow.     So  the  cow  mooed. 

"  Why  do  you  moo  ?  "  asked  the  pig.  "  Little  Clara 
Clay  is  here,"  said  the  cow,  "  so  I  moo."  "  Then  I 
will  grunt,"  said  the  pig,  and  so  the  pig  grunted. 

"  Why  do  you  grunt  ?  "  asked  the  duckling.  "Little 
Clara  Clay  has  come  visiting,  so  I  grunt,"  said  the 
pig.  "  Then  I  will  quack,"  said  the  duckling.  So 
the  duckling  quacked. 


"  Why  do  you  quack?  "  asked  the  turkeys.  "  Little 
Clara  Clay  has  come  to  Paper-Farm,  so  I  quack," 
said  the  duckling.  "  Then  we  will  gobble,"  said  the 
turkeys.     So  the  turkeys  gobbled. 

'•  Why  do  you  gobble?"  asked  the  chickens.  Little 
Clara  Clay  is  making  us  a  visit,"  said  the  turkeys, 
"  so  we  gobble."  "  Then  I  will  crow  and  the  hen  will 
cluck  and  the  little  chicks  will  peep,"  said  the  rooster. 

So  the  rooster  crowed  and  the  hen  clucked  and  the 
chicks  peeped  and  the  turkeys  gobbled  and  the  pigs 
grunted  and  the  cow  mooed  and  the  sheep  baaed 
because    little  Clara    Clay    had  come    to   Paper-Farm. 


The  farmer  came  hurrying  out  of  the  barn  to  see 
why  the  rooster  crowed  and  the  hen  clucked  and  the 
chicks  peeped  and  the  turkeys  gobbled  and  the  pigs 
grunted  and  the  cow  mooed  and  the  sheep  baaed. 

"  Why,  here  is  my  dear  little  niece ! "  cried  the 
farmer,  and  he  laughed  and  laughed  because  he  was 
so  glad  that  little  Clara  had  come  to  Paper-Farm. 
He  showed  her  all  over  the  garden  and  let  her  use 
his  garden  tools. 

Clara  was  asking  her  uncle  why  the  vegetables 
and  flowers  were  all  so  white  and  so  flat,  when  she 
heard  some  one  talking  in  a  high,  little,  crackling 
voice  as  thin  as  paper.  She  looked  all  round  the 
field  but  could  see  no  one.  "  That's  your  Aunt  Paper," 
said  the  farmer,  "  and  it's  an  invitation  for  you  to 
stay  to  dinner." 

Clara  turned  around  and  saw  the  farmhouse  door 
was  open  and  in  the  doorway  stood  a  thin  little  paper 
lady  and  close  behind  her  were  two  little  paper  chil- 
dren.    They  all  bowed   so  low  that   their  sunbonnets 


and  hat  hit  the  floor  with  a  thin,  crackling  sound.  "  Of 
course  they  must  be  my  aunt  and  cousins,"  thought 
Clara   as   she   followed    Uncle   Paper   into   the   house. 

The  children  told  her  their  names  were  Polly  and 
Peter.  Peter  placed  a  chair  for  Clara  at  one  side  of 
a  long  paper  table.  "  Have  some  bread  ?  "  Polly  asked 
in  a  sweet,  thin  tone.  Clara  took  a  piece,  but  it  was 
so  thin  she  thought  she  would  have  to  ask  for  more. 
She  looked  all  around  the  table,  for  riding  had  made 
her  hungry. 

The  chicken,  the  potatoes,  the  soup,  the  butter, 
the  bread,  the  pudding,  and  even  the  dishes  were  cut 
from  paper. 

"Oh,  dear!"    sighed   Clara   to   herself;   "if   I    stay 


long   in    Paper-Land    I    shall   starve   to   death   or   else 
be  as  thin  as  my  little  cousins  Polly  and  Peter. 

"  My  teacher   told  us  all  about   paper  people  and 
Paper-Land.     She  said : 

"  '  There  are  some  queer  people  so  thin, 
They  are  not  as  thick  as  a  pin. 
When  asked  what  they  eat,  they  say, 

"  Newspapers  sweet," 
And  then  all  those  queer  people  grin.' ' 

After    dinner    the    children    threw    away    all     the 
plates    and    cups    and    saucers  and    knives    and   forks 


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and  spoons.     "  Oh,  why  do  you  do  that  ?     Why  don't 
you   wash    them?"   asked    Clara. 

"  It's  easy  to  cut  more,"  answered  Polly;  "and, 
besides,  no  one  in  Paper-Land  ever  washes  dishes. 

"  Why  should  we  wish 
To  wash  a  dish  ? 
We  cut  and  paste, 
And  then  in  haste 
You  see  us  get 
A  nice  new  set." 

Aunt  Paper  took  Clara  all  over  the  house  and 
showed  her  the  pretty  bedroom  that  was  to  be  hers 
that  night.  "  I  only  hope  those  stiff  sheets  won't 
cut  my  head  off,"  thought  Clara. 


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"We  must  hurry  to  get  ready  for  the  circus!'' 
called  Polly,  so  Clara  and  her  aunt  hurried  down- 
stairs. A  trolley-car  passed  the  farm,  and,  as  they 
were  riding,  Polly  and  Peter  pointed  out  their  school 
and  church  and  grandfather's  house. 

"  What  are  those  animals  running  about  over 
there?"  thought  Clara  to  herself.  "How  very  large 
they  are  !    They  must  be  the  elephants  I  have  heard  of." 

"Look,  quick!"  cried  Polly  and  Peter  together. 
"  There  are  two  children  !  " 

"  Children ! "  said  Clara ;  "  are  they  a  kind  of 
elephant  ?  " 

"  Indeed,  they  are  not,"  Polly  laughed.  "  Those 
are  just  real  live  children  and  their  names  are  Eliza- 
beth and  Bernard." 

"That  is  the  kind  of  child  who  makes  us  and 
this  car  and  our  houses  and  barns  and  animals  and 
our  circus,"  explained   Peter. 


"And  our  schools,  too,"  sighed  Polly.  "I  should 
not  wonder  a  bit  if  they  made  you,  too,  Clara  Clay," 
she  added. 

"  I  hope  the  car  will  go  near  them,"  said  Clara. 
"  I  want  to  see  what  they  are  doing.  What  have 
they  in  their  hands  ?  " 

"  Those  are  paper  windmills,"  answered  Polly. 
"  When  the  children  run  the  wind  makes  the  wheels 
turn." 

"  Look  !  Look  !  "  screamed  Peter.  "  There  are  four 
soldier  children  !  "  The  soldiers  were  marching  down 
the  street.  One  boy  was  beating  a  drum — Rat-a-tat-tat ! 
Rat-a-tat-too !     Rat-a-tat-too ! 

All  the  soldiers  wore  pretty,  white  soldier  caps. 
Down  the  street  they  marched.  Left,  right !  Left, 
right !    Rat-a-tat-tat !    Rat-a-tat-too  !    "  That  is  the  circus 


*band,"  explained  Peter  as  the  car  passed  the  little 
soldiers. 

"  I  wish  we  could  see  more  children,"  sighed  Clara, 
who  still  looked  back  at  the  marching  soldiers.  "  Oh, 
there  is  another ! "  she  cried.  "  What  has  that  boy, 
Peter?" 

"  Children  call  that  thing  a  kite,"  explained  Peter, 
but  we  know  it  is  really  a  big  paper  bird.  It  flies 
best  when  the  wind  blows,  and  we  shall  see  more  of 
them  on  the  circus  grounds." 

"  What  does  the  kite  bird   live   on  ? " 

"  Wind,  just   wind,"  replied  Peter. 

"  Suppose  it  couldn't  find  any  wind  ?  "  Clara  asked. 

"  Then  it  could  not  fly  at  all,"  said   Polly. 


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As  the  car  passed  the  child, 
he  tossed  the  kite  high  in  the 
air  and  shouted  : 


"  The  wind  is  just  right 
To  fly  my  kite, 
With  a  rush  of  string, 
Like  a  real  live  thing ! 


"  Up,  up  toward  the  sky 
See  my  kite  fly. 
Above  the  tall  trees, 
It  sails  on  the  breeze." 

Away  flew  the  kite  bird, 
and  Clara  was  surprised  to 
see  what  a  long  tail  it  had. 

As  the  car  turned  the 
next  corner  they  saw  an- 
other boy  sailing  boats  in  a 
big,  muddy  puddle.  "  Look  ! 
Look ! "  cried  Clara,  waving 
her  hand  to  the  boy.  He 
took  one  of  his  boats  from 
the  puddle  and  held  it  up 
for  her  to  see. 


"  Does  your  paper  boat  really  float,  and  wouldn't 
it    sink    if    a    wave    struck    it?"  shouted    Clara. 
The  boy  laughed  and  called  back : 

"  Oh,  it's  I  who  am  the  captain  of  a  little  paper  boat, 
A  better  or  a  prettier  ship  you  never  saw  afloat, 
And  if  a  breeze    makes    great    high    waves    upon 

the  muddy  puddle, 
The    little    boat    will    fly    along    and   to  the  shore 
will  cuddle." 

The  car  flew  around  another  corner,  and  right 
before  them  was  the  circus.  "  Such  a  lot  of  tents ! " 
said  Polly.  "  It  must  be  a  big  show!"  A  stiff  paper 
guard  stood  near  the  gate.  "  Tickets !  Tickets ! " 
shouted  the  guard,  holding  out  both  hands.  In  a 
moment  every  one  but  Clara  was  handing  him  a 
ticket ;  they  were  a  great  deal  larger  than  the  people 
and  had  nothing  written  or  printed  on  them. 

"  I  haven't  any  ticket,"  Clara  said  in  a  low  tone, 


for  without  a  ticket  she  was  sure  she  could  not  get 
into    the    circus. 

"  Well,  who  said  you  did  have ! "  screamed  the 
guard.     "  Hurry  along  and  don't  block  up  the  gate." 

"He  isn't  very  polite,"  thought  Clara ;  "but,  any- 
way, I'm  in." 

The  paper  musicians  were  making  a  great  noise. 
"Why,  those  clappers  look  like  paper-weights,"  said 
Clara,  "  and,  see — the  drums  look  like  pill-boxes  ! " 

"  Certainly  they  do,"  replied  Peter.  "  Pill-boxes  are 
the  best  drums  in  Paper-Land.  Listen  to  the  drum- 
mer's song : 

" '  Last  night  I  bought  me  a  pill-box  drum, 
Boom,  boom,  boom ! 
Who  knows,  said  I,  when  a  war  will  come? 
Boom,  boom,  boom ! 


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But  if  I  am  called  on  to  fight  for  my  land, 
I  want  to  be  ready  to  play  in  the  band, 
Boom,  boom,  boom  ! '  " 

"  Don't  crowd  me !  I'm  not  taking  up  any  room  !  " 
shouted  the  tissue-paper  giant  who  stood  next  to  the 
fat  lady.  He  was  so  thin  that  you  could  see  right 
through  him.  Had  it  not  been  for  the  thick  buttons 
on  his  coat  you  might  never  have  known  that  he 
stood  there  at  all. 

The  fat  lady  wore  a  sky  blue  dress  of  tissue-paper. 
"  It  must  have  taken  quite  a  thousand  yards  to  make 


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that  dress,"  giggled  Polly.  Clara  thought  the  fat  lady 
heard  Polly.  Polly  said  she  couldn't  hear  a  word, 
for  whoever  made  her  forgot  to  give  her  any  ears. 

There  were  so  many  things  to  see  at  the  circus ! 
The  animals  were  so  tame  Clara  could  go  up  close  to 
them.  The  little  brown  monkeys  swung  high  and  low 
or  rode  on  the  backs  of  tall  camels.  The  great  gray 
elephants  picked  up   peanuts   with  their   long  trunks. 

The  white-faced  clown  stood  in  his  cart  and  did 
so  many  funny  tricks  that  a  great  yellow  lion  in  a 
big  red  cage  roared  and  roared.  The  yellow  lion  was 
the  king  of  all  the  circus  animals. 


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"  Let  us  have  a  ride ! "  cried  Peter  as  he  ran 
toward  the  merry-go-round.  Clara  and  Polly  ran 
after  him  as  fast  as  they  could.  There  were  horses 
to  ride  on,  or  little  boats,  if  you  did  not  like  to  ride 
on  the  high  horses.  There  was  a  fine  organ  making 
merry  music  while  boats  and  horses  went  round  and 
round. 


Round  and  round,  round  and  round, 
To  the  organ's  merry  sound. 
Up  and  down,  horses  bound; 
Where  can  greater  fun  be  found? 

Faster  now,  now  more  slow, 

See  the  boats  and  horses  go. 

Whoa  !  good  horses,   whoa  !  whoa !  whoa ! 

We  are  stopping  now,  I  know. 

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"  All  aboard  !  All  aboard  for  Paper-Farm  !  "  called 
Farmer  Paper  as  Clara  and  Polly  and  Peter  got  off 
the  merry-go-round. 

"  Good-by,  children  !  Good-by !  "  shouted  the  little 
clown,  and  the  big  lion  roared  his  good-by. 

Clara  stayed  at  Paper-Farm  a  whole  week,  and 
during  that  week  Polly  and  Peter  took  her  for  many 
long  walks  through  Paper-Land.  Of  all  the  places 
they  visited,  the  one  she  liked  best  was  the  great 
paper  factory. 

In  the  paper  factory  old  rags  were  turned  into 
clean  white  paper.  The  man  who  owned  the  factory 
took  several  sheets  of  the  snowy  paper  and  made  a 
little  book  for  each  of  the  children.  He  told  Clara 
to  write  in  her  book  all  the  strange  things  she  saw 
on  her  journey. 


TicKets to 
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Clara  liked  the  little  book  very  much,  and  on 
the  first  page  wrote  all  she  could  remember  about 
the  paper  factory.  Polly  and  Peter  cut  out  pretty 
pictures  and  pasted  them  in  their  books. 

One  day  they  stopped  at  a  drug-store  to  buy 
Clara  some  writing-paper  and  envelopes  so  she  could 
send  a  letter  to  her  mother  and  father.  The  druggist 
was  not  as  thin  as  Farmer  Paper,  and  he  had  tooth- 
pick legs  and  arms.  Clara  saw  that  his  body  was 
a  large  round  pill-box  and  his  head  a  smaller  round 
pill-box. 

That  night  Clara  wrote  to  her  parents : 


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"  Paper-Land,  June   15,   1916. 

"  Dear  Mother  and  Father — Paper-Land  is  a 
lovely  place.  Just  think !  We  have  a  new  set  of 
dishes  at  each  meal ! 

"  We  went  to  the  circus  and  had  a  fine  time. 
There  were  elephants,  camels,  monkeys,  tigers,  and  a 
lion  who  was  king  of  them  all.  Then  there  was  a 
funny  clown  and  a  great  fat  lady  and  a  thin  giant 
and  a  drummer  with  a  pill-box  drum. 

"  But,  oh !  the  strangest  animals  were  called 
'CHILDREN'!  They  moved  about  alone  and  made 
their  arms  go  all  by  themselves.  They  were  a  pinkish 
white  and  had  real  hair  which  grew  on  their  heads. 
'  It  can't  blow  off,'  Polly  says.  Those  children  made 
good  music  just  by  opening  their  mouths.  Peter 
said  they  were  singing.  I  hope  you  may  see  real 
children  some  time. 

"  One  day  we  went  to  a  big  paper  factory  and  the 
man  gave  me  a  nice  book.  This  letter-paper  I  bought 
in  a  store  kept  by  such  a  queer-looking  man.  His 
body  and  his  head  were  made  of  pill-boxes  and  he 
had  three  stiff  legs  and  two  stiff  arms. 

"  To-morrow  I  am  going  to  Shadow-Land.  I  shall 
leave  the  horses  here  and  go  on  a  train.  Polly  is 
waiting  to  post  this,  so  good-by  from 

"  Your  loving  daughter, 

"  Clara." 

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Every  one  in  Paper-Land  was  very  sorry  to  have 
Clara  go  away.  The  druggist  brought  her  a  pink 
pill-box  to  keep  her  best  bonnet  in.  The  man  at  the 
paper  factory  sent  some  pretty  napkins  and  a  paper 
cup  to  carry  with  her  lunch.  Even  the  farm  animals 
each  brought  a  little  gift. 

The  cow  gave  her  a  nice  comb  made  from  her 
broken  horn ;  the  pig  gave  her  a  beautiful  hair-brush 
made  from  his  bristles ;  the  sheep  gave  enough  soft 
wool  for  a  little  dress ;  the  duckling  brought  down 
for  a  pillow ;  the  hen  brought  fresh-laid  eggs  for  her 
lunch ;  and  the  roosters  and  turkeys  pulled  out  their 
prettiest  feathers  to  trim  her  winter  hats. 

When  the  man  came  to  take  Clara's  eight  trunks 
to  the  train,  the  sheep  baaed,  the  cow  mooed,  the 
pig   grunted,    the   turkeys   gobbled,  the  hen    clucked, 

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the  chicks  peeped,  the  rooster  crowed,  and  Polly 
and  Peter  wept,  although  tears  are  not  good  for  paper 
children. 

Uncle  Paper  took  his  little  niece  to  the  train  and 
found  her  a  good  seat  near  a  window.  Toot,  toot, 
toot,  toot!  Ding,  dong,  ding,  dong !  The  cars  were 
off.  "  Next  stop  is  Box  Town,"  shouted  the  conductor ; 
"change  at  Box  Town  for  Shadow-Land." 

"  Box  Town,"  thought  Clara,  "  that  sounds  like  a 
nice  place.  I  am  glad  we  are  going  to  change  cars 
there  so  I  can  see  what  kind  of  town  it  is." 

"  Box  Town,  Box  Town !  Change  for  Shadow- 
Land,"  called  the  conductor. 

"How  long  do  we  wait  here?"  Clara  asked. 

"  About  an  hour,"  he  replied. 


Clara  thought  that  Box  Town  station  looked  very 
much  like  a  large  shoe-box,  and  the  big  hotel  next 
to  it  reminded  her  of  a  big  hat-box.  The  neat  little 
white  cottages  on  each  side  of  the  street  made  her 
think  of  candy-boxes,  and  she  was  quite  sure  that 
the  school,  the  church,  the  pretty  theatre,  and  the 
town  hall  had  once  contained  breakfast  foods. 

The  circus  paraded  past  the  station  on  its  way 
to  a  train,  and  Clara  saw  again  her  friends,  the  big 
lion  in  his  red  box  cage  and  the  jolly  clown  in  his 
box  cart. 

All  the  people  who  lived  in  Box  Town  looked 
like  the  druggist  of  Paper-Land.  They,  too,  had 
round  pill-box  bodies  and  smaller  pill-boxes  for  heads. 
Their  toothpick  legs  were  very  straight  and  so  were 
their  little  arms. 

Toot,  toot !  A  train  puffed  up  to  Box  Town  station. 
"This  train  for  Shadow-Land,"  called  the  trainman, 
and  Clara  hurried  out  with  the  other  passengers. 


5Wo\Y-Land 


"  I've  a  funny   little  shadow  that  goes 
in  and  out  with  me, 
And  what  can   be  the   use  of  him  is 
more  than  I  can  see." 


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"  All  aboard  for  Shadow-Land !  All  aboard  for 
Shadow-Land ! "  shouted  the  conductor.  His  train, 
like  the  other,  was  made  up  of  little  white  cars 
which  looked  very  much  like  shoe-boxes. 

There  was  an  engine  with  a  spool  smoke-stack, 
a  coal-car  filled  with  lumps  of  white  paper  coal,  a 
baggage-car  with  wide  doors,  and  a  passenger-car 
with  many  windows  and  a  little  door  at  each  end. 
The  travellers  were  dressed  all  in  white.  The  engine 
puffed  white  smoke. 

"  All  aboard ! "  shouted  the  conductor  for  the  last 
time.  Then  he  waved  a  little  white  flag  and  away 
the  train  flew.  Suddenly  it  went  into  a  long,  dark 
tunnel  and  Clara  could  not  see  a  single  thing,  but 
she  heard  a  voice  beside  her  say :  "  When  we  get 
out  of  this  tunnel  we  shall  be  in  Shadow-Land." 

"Are  you  going  to  stop  in  Shadow-Land?"  Clara 
asked  the  voice. 

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"  Yes,  I  am  going  to  make  a  visit  in  Shadow- 
Land,"  the  voice  answered. 

"Why,  so  am  I,"  cried  Clara.  "I  am  going  to 
visit  my  cousins  Bertha  and  Bernard  Black." 

When  the  train  shot  from  the  long  tunnel  Clara 
saw  the  owner  of  the  voice.  "  She  is  as  black  as 
ink,"  thought  Clara ;  "  it  must  be  because  the  smoke 
is  so  black  now."  She  looked  at  the  other  pas- 
sengers in  the  car  and  saw  that  they,  too,  were 
black.  The  train,  which  had  also  turned  black,  was 
now  stopping  at  Shadow-Land,  so  Clara  hurried  out. 

"  Hurrah  !  Here  she  is  !  "  shouted  two  pleasant 
voices  together,  and  Clara  knew  that  they  must  be- 
long to  Bertha  and  Bernard. 

The  new  cousins  were  soon  hurrying  Clara  along 
between  them. 

"How  can  you  go  so  fast  in  the  darkness?" 
panted  Clara. 

"  Oh,  we  can  see,  all  right,"  replied  Bertha.  "  Look ; 
there  is  our  house." 

"Where?"  asked  Clara.  "  I  can't  see  anything. 
The  sun   is  not  shining." 

"You  will  soon  see,  all  right,"  said  Bernard.  "And 
you  know  we  cannot  have  a  shadow  without  the 
sun.  He  is  shining,  only  he  is  always  behind  us  in 
Shadow-Land." 

By  the  time  they  reached  her  cousins'  home  Clara 
could  see  plainly.     The  house  was  white  with   black 

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edges  and  black  blinds  and  had  a  black  door  and 
a  black  chimney.  Black  trees  grew  around  it  and  a 
big  black  bird  was  flying  over  the  roof. 

Indoors,  she  found  the  furniture  was  all  black 
and  flat.  "Just  as  if  it  had  been  painted  on  the  walls 
with  ink  or  had  been  cut  out  of  black  paper,"  said 
Clara  to  herself.  Out  of  the  window  she  could  see 
a  barn-yard,  and 

Into  a  black  puddle, 

With  a  splash  and  a  dive, 

Went  a  black  mother  duck 
And  her  black  ducklings  five. 


sAsrlft 


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A  fat  black  hen  was  running  about  and  clucking 
loudly.     Bernard  was  calling  : 

" '  Higgledy,  piggledy,  my  black  hen, 
She  lays  eggs  for  gentlemen ; 
Sometimes  nine  and  sometimes  ten, 
Higgledy,  piggledy,  my  black  hen. ' " 

As  Clara  turned  from  the  window  Bertha  called : 
"  Come  into  the  garden,  Clara,  and  we  will  show  you 
our  dog  and  cat  and  rabbit."  The  dog  and  cat  and 
rabbit  were  all  as  black  as  the  fat  hen,  and  the 
children's  garden  tools  were  black,  too.  Bertha  gave 
her  some  beautiful  black  pansies  that  she  had  raised 
herself. 

"  I  will  press  them  and  paste  them  in  my  little 
book/'  said  Clara,  "  and  they  will  always  remind  me 
of  your  garden." 


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"  'Way,  'way  over  there  you  can  see  father's  black 
sheep,"  said  Bernard.  "  That  sheep  gives  three  bags 
full  of  wool  every  year — 

" '  One  for  his  master, 

One  for  his  dame, 

And  one  for  the  little  boy 

Who  lives  in  the  lane.' " 

"  Dinner !  dinner ! "  called  the  maid,  and  the  chil- 
dren ran  to  the  house  as  fast  as  they  could.  Clara 
saw  that  everything  on  the  table  was  black — the 
napkins,  the  cups,  the  saucers,  the  plates,  the  knives, 
the  forks,  the  spoons,  and  the  teapot. 

The  food,  too,  was  black — the  bread,  the  fish,  the 
potatoes,  the  cake,  the  pie,  and  even  the  tea  and 
coffee.  "  I  hope  it  will  taste  good,"  she  said  to  her- 
self, and  she  was  glad  to  see  that  the  cake  was 
chocolate,  which  was  the  very  kind  she  liked  best. 

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The  blackberries  were  the  largest  and  sweetest 
that  Clara  had  ever  tasted,  and  Bernard  said  they 
came  from  his  own  garden.  After  the  chocolate  cake 
they  had  licorice  and  chocolate  candy  and  black 
walnuts. 

Beside  each  little  black  plate  stood  an  empty 
black  glass.  Clara  wondered  why  the  glasses  were 
empty  and  wished  the  maid  would  fill  them  with 
water.  At  that  very  moment  Bertha  and  Bernard 
began  to  sing : 

"  '  Now,  fill  up  our  glasses  with  good  black  ink, 
Nothing's  more  healthful  or  better  to  drink. ' " 

After  dinner  Aunt  Black  told  Bernard  to  give 
Clara  a  ride ;  so  he  ran  out,  and  in  a  few  minutes 
was  at  the  door  with  a  little  black  wagon.  Clara 
was  soon  seated,  and,  trot,  trot,  trot  went  Bernard, 
while,  bump,  bump,  bump  went  Clara.  It  was  great 
fun  and  she  did  not  mind  the  bumps  a  bit. 


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-t^-t 


Suddenly  Bernard  stopped  trotting  and  pointed 
to  the  big,  full  moon  that  was  now  shining  down 
upon  them.  "  See,  there  is  that  cow  jumping  over 
the  moon  again,"  cried  Bernard ;  "  and,  look,"  pointing 
to  a  near-by  field,  "there  is  the  cat  fiddling  and  the 
dog  laughing  and  the  dish  running  after  the  spoon." 

Clara  was  very  much  pleased  at  this  sight,  for 
she  had  read  in  her  book  at  home  the  story  of 

"Hey!  diddle  diddle, 
The  cat  and  the  fiddle, 
The  cow  jumped  over  the  moon; 
The  little  dog  laughed 
To  see  such  sport, 
While  the  dish  ran  after  the  spoon." 
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"Now,  do  you  want  to  see  where  ink  is  made?" 
asked  Bernard,  after  the  cow  and  dog  and  cat  and 
spoon  and  dish  had  run  out  of  their  sight.  "All  the 
ink  is  made  in  our  country,  and  I  can  get  you  a 
bottle  if  you  would  like  it." 

"  Why,  that  is  just  what  I  need,"  said  Clara.  "  I 
want  some  ink  so  I  can  write  a  letter  with  it  to-night." 
Before  she  went  to  bed  Clara  used  the  ink  Bernard 
had  given  her.     This  is  her  letter : 

"  Shadow7- Land,  June   16,   1916. 

"Dear  Mother  and  Father:  This  is  a  nice 
country,  but  it  seemed  very  queer  at  first.  Every  one 
and  everything  is  flat  and  black  or  black  and  flat, 
which  is  the  same,  I  guess. 

"  Everything  looks  as  if  it  had  been  cut  out  of 
black  paper  or  had  been  painted  with  black  ink.  This 
fine  ink  I  am  using  is  made  in  Shadow-Land.  Bernard 
gave  it  to  me  to-day.  The  people  here  eat  black  food 
and  drink  black  ink  instead  of  water. 

"  I  like  Shadow-Land  because  every  one  here  is 
so  kind  to  me.  To-morrow  I  am  going  on  to  Color- 
Land  in — guess  what !  A  sailboat !  I  have  always 
wanted  to  have  a  sail  on  the  sea.     Now  is  my  chance. 

"■  I  am  writing  about  all  the  strange  things  in  my 
little  book,  so  you  can  read  them  when   I  get  home. 
"  Your  loving  daughter, 

"  Clara.  " 
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Early  the  next  morning  Bertha  and  Bernard  and 
their  father  went  with  Clara  to  the  boat.  "  Such  a 
funny,  funny  boat!"  thought  Clara  as  Uncle  Black 
helped  her  to  a  seat.  "  It  is  all  black — the  sails,  the 
mast,  the  flag,  and  even  the  captain's  suit." 

"Good-by!  Come  again!"  called  Bertha  and  Ber- 
nard as  the  little  boat  sailed  away. 

"Good-by!  I  surely  will!"  called  Clara,  waving 
her  hand.  She  waved  until  her  cousins  were  like 
tiny  specks  on  the  shore.  Then  she  gazed  about  in 
surprise.  Something  wonderful  had  happened  while 
she  had  been  looking  toward  Shadow-Land. 

The  dark  sky  had  become  a  beautiful  blue  and 
so  had  the  water,  the  sand  on  the  shore  shone  like 
gold,  the  boat  was  now  a  pretty  red  with  snowy 
sails,  and  the  captain's  suit  was  a  nice  dark  blue. 

"We  have  just  crossed  the  line  between  Shadow- 
Land  and  Color-Land,"  said  the  captain  as  he  saw 
Clara's  surprised  look.  "  In  a  few  minutes  we  shall 
sail  up  the  river  and  some  one  will  pull  us  ashore." 


G®W  Laid 


"  '  Where  can  you  find  all  the 
colors,'  dear? 
I  think  the  easiest  way 
Is  just  to  look  at  the  rain- 
bow bright, 
For  the  storm  has  passed 
away." 


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Clara  watched  the  beautiful  colors  about  her — the 
blue  sky  with  its  soft  white  clouds,  the  blue  water 
with  its  tiny  whitecaps,  the  red  boat  with  its  snow- 
white  sails.  She  could  have  looked  at  the  red  and 
the  white  and  the  blue  forever,  she  thought,  but  just 
then  she  saw  that  the  color  of  the  water  was  changing. 

They  were  now  sailing  up  a  dark  brown  river 
with  trees  on  each  bank.  On  and  on  and  on  and  on 
— a  hundred  miles  or  more — went  the  little  boat.  Sud- 
denly it  began  to  go  faster  and  faster  and  faster 
and  faster.  "  I  know  why  we  are  going  so  fast," 
thought  Clara.  "  Some  one  is  pulling  us  to  the  shore. 
In  my  book  it  says  : 

" '  Dark  brown  is  the  river, 
Golden  is  the  sand. 
It  flows  along  forever, 

With  trees  on  either  hand. 

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"  '  Away  down  the  river, 
A  hundred  miles  or  more, 
Other  little  children 
Shall  bring  my  boats  ashore.' " 

— Stevenson. 

"  Oh,  Clara,  we  are  so  glad  you  have  come  to 
Color-Land,"  cried  the  little  girl  who  had  pulled  the 
boat  ashore.  "  Come  home  with  me,  and  to-morrow 
you  shall  see  our  wonderful  Color-Land." 

She  took  Clara  to  a  pretty  little  house.  It  was 
painted  brown  and  around  it  was  green  grass  and 
behind  it  were  green  trees.  Overhead  was  the  beau- 
tiful blue  sky  and  near  the  front  door  was  a  tiny 
little  lake — as  blue  as  the  sky  above  it. 


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Early  the  next  morning  Iris  (for  that  was  the 
little  girl's  name)  took  Clara  for  a  walk.  "  Hurry, 
dear,"  she  said.  "  I  have  something  very  wonderful 
and  very  beautiful  to  show  you  ! 

"  Before  you  were  awake  there  was  an  accident  in 
the  sky.  Two  little  floating  clouds  were  going  so 
fast  they  bumped  their  heads  together  and  both  began 
to  cry.  Good  Father  Sun  looked  down  and  said : 
'Oh,  never  mind,  my  dears,  I'll  send  my  little  fairies 
to  dry  your  tears  ! ' 

" '  One  fairy  came  in  red  so  fine, 
And  one  in  orange  bright, 
Then  yellow,  green,  blue,  violet 
Were  all  at  once  in  sight. 

" '  They  wiped  the  cloud  tears  all  away, 
And  then  from  out  the  sky, 
Upon  a  line  the  sunbeams  made, 
They  hung  their  gowns  to  dry.' " 


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-L.  M.  Hadley. 


There  in  the  sky  hung  the  fairy  clothes,  red, 
orange,  yellow,  green,  blue,  and  violet.  Iris  called  it  a 
"  rainbow,"  and  said  that  her  name — Iris — meant  rain- 
bow. By  and  by  the  clothes  dried  and  the  little 
fairies  took  them  all  away. 

Clara  was  very  sorry  to  see  the  beautiful  colors 
go,  but  Iris  showed  her  the  same  colors — red,  orange, 
yellow,  green,  blue,  and  violet— in  the  flowers  of  the 
field  and  in  the  windows  of  a  pretty  little  church 
near  by. 

"What  is  that?"  Clara  pointed  to  a  beautiful 
flower  growing  in  a  meadow. 

"  That  is  an  iris"  said  her  little  friend.  "  Its 
name  is  the  same  as  mine — we  are  both  named  after 
the  rainbow.  Sometimes  the  iris  is  called  a  '  blue 
lily,'  but  I  like  to  call  it  iris  because  it  has  all  the 
rainbow's  lovely  colors." 

"  Where  did  all  the  beautiful  colors  in  your  country 
come  from  ?  "  asked  Clara.  "  There  was  no  color  in 
Paper-Land  or  in  Shadow-Land  and  there  is  none  in 
my  own  Clay  Country." 

"It  is  quite  a  long  story,"  replied  Iris,  "but  I 
shall  be  glad  to  tell  you  all  about  it. 

"  Far  away  in  the  sky  lives  a  rich  king — so  rich 
that  everything  in  his  home  is  of  the  brightest  gold 
and  wherever  he  looks  there  are  rays  of  golden  light. 
He  is  as  good  and  generous  as  he  is  rich  and  great. 

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Every  day  he  sends  beautiful  giftr  to  all  the  people 
who  live  on  the  earth  below  him. 

"  This  good,  kind  king  has  six  lovely  children — 
three  boys  and  three  girls — and  their  last  name  is  Ray. 
The  children  do  not  look  like  their  father  or  just 
like  the  children  on  the  earth,  for  each  little  Ray  has 
a  pair  of  beautifully  colored  wings. 

"  One  day  King  Sun  called  the  little  Rays  together 
and  said  to  them :  '  Children,  do  you  want  to  go  to 
earth  and  make  all  things  bright  and  beautiful  ? ' 

"  '  Oh,  how  lovely,  father ! '  exclaimed  the  little  Ray 
girls,  and  'When  may  we  start?'  asked  the  little 
Ray  boys. 

" '  So  you  all  want  to  go,'  smiled  their  father. 
'Well,  you  may  start  just  as  soon  as  I  have  given 
you  each  a  present.' 

"  He  opened  a  little  golden  box  and  took  from  it 
six  beautiful  jewels.  The  six  stones  were  exactly  the 
colors  of  his  children's  wings.  '  I  shall  give  you  each 
a  stone  to  match  your  wings,'  he  said,  c  and  every- 
thing it  touches  will  turn  the  same  color  as  the  stone. 

" '  Here,  Red,'  calling  his  oldest  son,  '  is  a  ruby. 
Touch  it  to  anything  you  like  and  it  will  be  a  pretty, 
bright  red  like  your  wings. 

" '  Orange,'  he  said  to  his  oldest  daughter,  '  this 
orange  stone  is  a  topaz.  Anything  you  touch  with 
it  will  be  as  lovely   as  your  wonderful  orange  wings. 

" '  Come,  little  Green,'  the  King  said  to  his  second 

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daughter,  '  take  this  precious  green  stone  called  an 
emerald.  It  matches  your  own  soft  wings.  Perhaps 
you  will  find  more  to  touch  with  your  stone  than 
your  brothers  and  sisters.  Your  greatest  friend  on 
earth  will  be  a  beautiful  maiden  named  Spring.  She 
is  waiting  now  to  welcome  you. 

"  '  Now,  my  Little  Boy  Blue,'  laughed  the  King  as 
he  tossed  up  his  youngest  son,  '  you  shall  have  this 
beautiful  blue  sapphire,  which  just  matches  your  little 
blue  wings.  You  will  find  lakes  and  rivers  and  flowers 
and  birds  waiting  for  a  touch  of  your  lovely  blue 
sapphire.' 


"'  My  darling  baby  Violet!'  cried  the  King,  taking 
his  smallest  child  upon  his  knee.  '  You  are  not  too 
tiny  to  work.  With  this  violet  stone  called  an  ame- 
thyst you  may  do  much  good  in  the  world. 

" '  Here,  Yellow,  for  you  I  have  a  piece  of  amber 
as  golden  as  the  sunlight. 

" '  Now,  children,  you  may  start,'  said  the  father. 
'  Form  in  line  and  join  hands — Red  first,  Orange 
second,  Yellow  third,  Green  fourth,  Blue  next,  and 
little  Violet  last.  Red,  you  must  take  good  care  of 
your  sister  Green ;  Orange  and  Blue,  help  one  another 
when  you  reach  the  earth ;  and  Yellow,  take  care  of 
our  baby  Violet. 

" '  Each  of  you  do  a  great  deal  of  good  and  make 
as  many  bright  and  pretty  things  as  you  can.  Spread 
your  wings,  my  dears,  and  fly,  hand  in  hand,  to  the 
eartji.' 

"  Down,  down,  down  floated  the  little  Rays,  and 
soon  they  were  standing  on  the  dull,  colorless  earth. 
'Who  will  go  to  work  first?'  asked  Yellow.  'You 
begin,  Red,  because  you  are  the  oldest.' 

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"  '  All  right!'  exclaimed  Red.  'I  see  lots  of  things 
to  color,'  and  away  he  flew.  He  found  some  round 
things  hanging  on  a  tree  and  touched  them  with  his 
bright  ruby.  All  at  once  rosy-cheeked  apples  hung 
on  the  tree. 

"  Then  Red  saw  little  round  things  nodding  in  the 
grass  at  his  feet.  He  touched  them  with  his  stone 
and  made  red  clover  blossoms.  After  that  he  colored 
strawberries,  cherries,  roses,  and  so  many  other  things 
that  his  little  brothers  and  sisters  began  to  think  he 
would  leave  nothing  for  them  to  color.  They  thought 
it  time  for  them  to  get  to  work,  too. 


"'Shall  we  go  to  work  now?'  asked  Orange. 
'  Yes  !  Yes  ! '  cried  the  four  eager  little  Rays,  and  away 
they  flew,  darting  here  and  there  like  great  butterflies. 

"  Orange  looked  about  and  saw  other  round  things 
hanging  on  a  tree.  She  touched  them  with  her  orange 
stone,  and  there  hung  the  delicious  fruit  that  we  call 
oranges.  Then  she  spied  large  round  things  in  a 
field.  A  touch  from  the  amber  stone  made  them 
golden  pumpkins.p- 

"  Orange  did  not  stop  until  she  had  colored  wild 
lilies,  marigolds,  nasturtiums,  and  a  very  large  round 
flower  that  she  called  '  sunflower,'  after  her  father. 


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"  Yellow  hurried  from  tree  to  tree,  coloring  lem- 
ons, pears,  peaches,  grapefruit,  and  bananas.  In  the 
meadow  he  touched  cowslips,  buttercups,  dandelions, 
and  goldenrod.  In  the  gardens  he  made  yellow  roses, 
pansies,  and  gay  daffodils,  j^ 

"  Little  Green  crept  softly  over  the  grass,  touching 
it  everywhere  and  giving  it  the  color  of  her  lovely 
wings.  She  also  helped  her  brothers  and  sisters  with 
the  trees,  and  her  bright  green  leaves  made  the  oranges 
and  apples  and  all  the  other  fruits  more  beautiful. 

"  Spring  danced  joyously  about  as  her  little  friend 
worked,  touching  bushes,  moss,  vines,  and  plants,  until 
the  whole  earth  was  a  soft,  tender  green. 


5° 


" '  What  is  there  left  for  me  to  do  ? '  sighed  Blue. 
1  Oh,  here  is  a  tiny  flower  they  have  forgotten.'  He 
stooped  down  and  touched  the  tiny  blossom,  and 
ever  since  then  the  little  forget-me-not  has  been  the 
color  of  Blue's  beautiful  wings.  He  touched  some 
plants  hung  with  little  bells.  The  little  bells  were 
delighted  with  their  pretty  blue  dresses  and  nodded 
their  '  thank  you's.'  Birds  flew  down  to  see  the  blue- 
bells in  their  new  gowns,  and  Blue  touched  them 
with  his  stone.  The  happy  bluebirds  flew  away  to 
show  their  beautiful  blue  feathers  to  the  other  birds. 

" '  My  father  told  me  to  color  lakes  and  rivers,' 
remembered  Blue,  so  I  shall  touch  them  next.     When 


he  made  the  water  a  sparkling  blue,  he  flew  to  the 
sky,  touching  it  here  and  there  and  making  it  a  won- 
derful blue.  The  soft,  fleecy  clouds  were  so  pretty 
that  he  left  them  just  as  they  were — white. 

"  Baby  Violet  was  almost  in  tears,  for  there  seemed 
nothing  left  for  her  to  do.  At  last  she  spied  a  vine 
with  clusters  of  round  green  things  hanging  to  it. 
'  Those  clusters  would  be  prettier  if  they  were  the 
color  of  my  stone,'  she  decided,  so  she  touched  them 
and  made  purple  grapes.  On  some  trees  she  found 
fruit  that  was  almost  round,  and  this  she  turned 
into  purple  plums.  In  the  field  she  touched  thistles 
and  asters  with  her  purple  stone,  and  last  of  all   she 


touched  a  tiny  flower  that  lay  hidden  under  its  heart- 
shaped  leaves.  '  This  little  blossom  shall  be  called 
violet,  after  me,'  said  Baby  Ray. 

"  '  Come,'  called  Red,  '  let  us  all  work  together  for 
a  while.' 

"  '  Yes,  yes,'  shouted  his  brothers  and  sisters,  '  let 
us  see  what   beautiful   things  we  can  make  together.' 

"  They  set  to  work  with  a  will,  using  first  one 
stone  and  then  another  until  they  were  tired.  Had 
you  been  there  you  would  have  seen  fluffy  yellow 
chicks  and  big  brown  hens  whose  heads  and  feet 
were  touched  with  bright  red,  robins  with  bright  red 
breasts  and  other  birds  with  feathers  of  all  colors, 
and  gayly  tinted  butterflies. 

" '  Now  I  think  we  have  finished  our  work,'  ex- 
claimed Orange. 

"  '  No,  see,'  cried  Baby  Violet,  '  there  is  something 
we  have  forgotten,'  and  she  pointed  to  a  drop  of  dew. 
In  a  moment  the  dewdrops  shone  with  all  the  colors 
of  the  rainbow. 

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"  The  sun  smiled  down  at  his  children,  and  the 
little  Rays  joined  hands  once  more,  spread  their  soft, 
shining  wings,  and  floated  up  and  up  and  up  until 
they  stood  again  before  their  father. 

" '  Well  done,  my  dears,'  cried  the  good  King. 
'  Each  of  you  touched  exactly  the  right  things,  and 
together  you  have  made  the  earth  beautiful.  I  could 
have  done  no  better  myself.'  " 

"Oh,  is  that  the  end  of  the  story?"  asked  Clara 
as  Iris  stopped  speaking. 

"  Yes,  that  is  all  there  is  to  tell,  except  that  since 
then  the  little  Rays  have  come  often  to  earth.  As 
soon  as  winter  goes  they  hurry  down  to  color  leaves 
and  blossoms  and  grass  and  fruit.  Just  think  of 
their  work  on  an  old  apple-tree !  In  the  early  spring 
Green   colors   the   leaves   and   Red    touches    the    blos- 

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soms  so  very  lightly  that  they  become  a  dainty  pink. 
Then  for  a  few  weeks  Green  takes  care  of  the  tree. 
Toward  fall  Red  colors  the  cheeks  of  the  apples, 
and  after  the  fruit  is  gathered  all  the  little  Rays 
lend  ,a  hand. 

^They  work  together  to  color  the  leaves  of  other 
trees  every  autumn.  A  big  maple  is  a  wonderful 
sight  after  the  little  Rays  have  touched  it  with  their 
stones.  Sometimes  it  looks  as  if  it  were  on  fire. 
Did  you  ever  see  anything  prettier  than  these  four 
apple-trees  and  this  maple  in  her  autumn  dress?" 

"  Why    does    not    the    maple    keep    her   beautiful 
leaves?"  inquired  Clara. 

"  The  leaves  grow  tired  and  want  to  go  to  bed, 
so  the  tree  drops  them  gently  on  the  ground  and  the 
snow  covers  them  snug  and  warm. 

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" 1  know  another  pretty  story  if  you  would  like 
to   hear  it.     This  one  is   about    the  autumn   leaves." 

"  Do  tell  it  to  me,  Iris,  please,"  begged  Clara,  so 
Iris  began : 

"  The  great  tree  to  his  children  said : 
'  You're  getting  sleepy,  Yellow  and  Brown, 
Yes,  very  sleepy,  little  Red, 
It  is  quite  time  you  went  to  bed.' 

"  I  saw  them ;  on  the  ground  they  lay, 
Golden  and  red,  a  huddled  swarm, 
Waiting  till  one  from  far  away, 
White  bedclothes  heaped  upon  her  arm, 
Should  come  to  wrap  them  safe  and  warm. 

"  The  great  bare  tree  looked  down  and  smiled. 
'  Good  night,  dear  little  leaves,'  he  said ; 
And  from  below  each  sleepy  child 
Replied,  '  Good  night/  and  murmured : 
'  It  is  so  nice  to  go  to  bed. ' " 

— Susan  Coolidge. 


"  Those  were  beautiful  stories,"  sighed  Clara.  "  I 
wish  the  little  Rays  would  come  to  Clay  Country." 

"  Sister  Rose  and  I  will  show  you  how  to  color 
things  for  yourself,"  said  Iris.  "  See,  we  have  here 
crayons  and  a  box  of  paints.  You  can  color  grass 
and  trees  and  flowers  and  vegetables  and  fruits  and 
many,  many  other  things  with  them. 

"  Each  little  cake  of  paint  has  been  touched  by 
one  of  the  little  Rays.  See,  here  are  red,  orange, 
yellow,  green,  blue,  and  violet.  You  will  need  a  dish 
of  water  to  moisten  the  little  cakes  and  you  will  need 
a  soft  brush,  too. 

"  The  crayons  are  like  pencils  and  you  will  not 
need  water  or  a  brush  when  you  use  them." 

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"  I  will  make  some  Japanese  lanterns  for  you," 
said  Rose.  "  See,  I  dip  my  brush  into  the  water  and 
make  the  wet  shape  of  a  lantern  on  my  paper.  Then 
I  touch  the  cakes  of  paint  with  the  brush  and  drop 
bright  colors  on  the  wet  shape." 

Rose  worked  as  she  talked,  and  when  she  dropped 
bright  colors  from  the  little  cakes  of  paint,  all  at  once 
she  had  a  lovely  colored  lantern. 

Clara  was  delighted.  "  Oh,  how  lovely !  "  she  cried. 
"May  I  make  a  pumpkin?  I  think  I  can  do  it  with 
that  orange  paint." 

Clara  made  a  fine  pumpkin,  which  pleased  her  so 
much  that  she  carried  it  to  her  bedroom  that  night 
and  hung  it  on  the  wall.  What  happened  to  the 
pumpkin  afterward  you  may  learn  from  a  letter  written 
by  Clara  to  her  mother  while  she  was  travelling 
from  Color  Country  to  Wood-Land,  where  she  was  to 
visit  next. 


"  In  My  Fairy  Coach,  July  i,   1916. 

"  Dear  Mother  :  The  most  wonderful  and  excit- 
ing thing  happened  last  night.  The  clock  had  just 
struck  twelve  when  I  heard  a  patter,  patter,  patter  of 
tiny  feet  near  my  bed.  Then  came  a  soft  little  squeak, 
squeak,  squeak.  I  peeped  out,  and  what  do  you  think 
I  saw?  Why,  there,  so  close  I  could  almost  touch 
her,  stood  my  fairy  godmother.  I  had  never  seen 
her  before,  but  of  course  I  knew  who  she  was  at 
once.  She  was  looking  at  the  pretty  pumpkin  I 
painted  about  two  weeks  ago. 

"  When  godmother  saw  that  I  was  awake,  she 
asked :  '  Clara,  dear,  would  you  like  me  to  change 
this  pumpkin  into  a  carriage  for  you  to  travel  in  to- 
morrow?' '  Oh,  yes,  please,'  I  cried.  She  waved  her 
wand  a  few  times,  and  down  from  the  wall  rolled  a 
real    big    round    pumpkin.     It   rolled    and    rolled    and 

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rolled  till  it  came  to   godmother's   feet,  and   there   it 
lay  quite  still. 

"  Then  godmother  waved  her  wand  again  and  the 
pumpkin  became  a  beautiful  golden  carriage,  and  the 
four  squeaking  mice  changed  to  white  horses.  Two 
drivers  jumped  up  on  the  seat  in  front  and  two  foot- 
men climbed  up  behind.  Where  they  came  from  I 
could  not  guess,  for  it  all  happened  so  fast. 

"  Now  I  am  on  my  way  to  Wood-Land  just  like 
a  real  queen.  I  was  sorry  to  leave  Iris  and  Rose  and 
all  the  wonderful  things  in  Color  Country,  but  this 
grand  carriage  made  going  away  easier. 

"  Iris  gave  me  a  box  of  paints  and  Rose  gave 
me  a  box  of  colored  crayons.  I  will  make  beautiful 
pictures  for  you  when  I  get  home. 

"  Your  loving  daughter, 

"  Clara." 


s* 


"  Daisies  are  dancing,  dancing, 
dancing, — 
Daisies  are  dancing,  list  to  the  call 
Sung  by  the  katydid,  gay  little 

fiddler, 
'  Come    all   ye    flowers   and   dance  at 
the  ball!'" 


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Before  her  coach  had  gone  very  far,  Clara  heard 
a  drip,  drip,  drip,  drip.  She  listened  and  heard  again, 
drip,  drip,  drip,  drip,  drop,  drip,  drop,  drip,  drop,  drip. 

Clara  looked  out  of  the  window  and  saw  a  tiny 
sparkling  fountain.  She  rode  near  the  fountain  and 
heard  it  whisper: 

"  Here  I  splash  through  the  night  and  the   day — 
Drip,  drip,  drip,  drip. 
See  how  I  work  while  the  flower-folk  play — 

Drip,  drip,  drip,  drip. 
Bid  your  coachman  awhile  to  stop — 

Drip,  drop,  drip,  drop. 
Touch  each  eye  with  a  magic  drop — 
Drip,  drop,  drip,  drop." 
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When  the  coach  stopped  Clara  ran  toward  the 
fountain.  The  soft  whispering  came  again.  She  lis- 
tened and  heard : 

"  You  may  touch  each  eye  and  touch  each  ear — 

Ting-a-ling,  ting-a-ling ! 
Then  fairy-folk  you  11  see,  my  dear — 

Ting-a-ling,  ting-a-ling ! 
And  fairy  sounds  you  will  understand — 

Ting-a-ling,  ting-a-ling ! 
For  now,  dear,  you're  in   Fairy-Land — 


Ting-a-ling,  ting-a-lin 


o-P' 


— L.  W. 


Clara  was  delighted.  She  knelt  beside  the  tiny 
fountain  and  touched  eyes  and  ears  with  its  magic 
water.    Then  she  rose  to  her  feet  and  looked  about  her. 


She  saw  lily-bells  and  bluebells  ringing,  and  could 
understand  their  clear,  sweet  music : 

"  Come,  come,  flower-folk  sweet — 
Ding,  dong  !     Ding,  dong  ! 

And  dance  with  twinkling  feet- 
Ding,  dong !     Ding,  dong ! 

Queen   Flora  gives  a  ball — 
Ding,  dong  !     Ding,  dong ! 

And  calls  flower-folk  all — 
Ding,  dong  !     Ding,  dong  ! 

Each  come  in  finest  gown — 
Ding,  dong  !     Ding,  dong ! 

Of  rose,  white,  blue,  or  brown — 
Ding,  dong  !     Ding,  dong  ! 

Purple,  green,  gold,  and  red — 
Ding,  dong  !     Ding,  dong  ! 

For  so  your  good  queen  said — 


Ding,  dong  !     Ding,  dong  ! 


-l.  w. 


The  flowers  came  hurrying  to  the  ball,  from  the 
north  and  the  south,  and  the  east  and  the  west,  in 
their  very  best  clothes.  Daisies  wore  green  silk  gowns 
and  large  white  velvet  hats.  Poppies  appeared  in 
bright   scarlet   with   green  sashes   and    green   bonnets. 

Pansies  came  in  rich  purple,  green,  and  yellow 
dresses  of  velvet,  and  the  tall,  graceful  Lilies  were  all 
in  white  with  bright  crowns  of  pure  gold.  The  gowns 
of  the  Roses  were  of  soft  satins,  pink,  white,  crimson, 
or  gold  colored. 

Forget-me-nots  danced  in  robes  of  pale  blue,  and 
Hollyhocks  and  Morning-Glories  were  in  all  the  colors 
of  the  rainbow.  Last  of  all  skipped  the  little  Haw 
Princes  in  brown  suits  and  wearing  wonderful  crowns 
on  their  little  round  heads. 

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THE  LITTLE  HAW  PRINCES 

The  flowers  danced  to  the  music  of  a  band,  such 
a  queer  band !  Lilies-of-the-Valley  and  Bluebells  rang 
their  chimes — 

"  Ting,  ting-a-ling  !     Ting,  ting-a-ling  ! 
Ting,  ting-a-ling  !     Ting,  ting  !  " 

Katydid  played  his  fiddle — 

"  Fiddle,  dee,  dee !     Fiddle,  dee,  dee ! 
Fiddle,  dee,  dee !     Dee,  dee !  " 

Cicada  beat  his  tiny  drum — 

"  Turn,  tummy-turn  !     Turn,  tummy-tum  ! 
Turn,  tummy-tum  !     Turn,  turn  !  " 

And   Trumpet- Flower  blew   his   trumpet— 

"  Toot,  tooty-toot !     Toot,  tooty-toot ! 
Toot,  tooty-toot !    Toot,  toot !  " 

Afterward   in    describing  the  dancers,  Clara  said : 

"  Between  the  dances,  when  they  all 
Were  seated  in  their  places, 
I  thought  I'd  never  seen  before 
So  many  pretty  faces." 

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Near  the  dancers,  though  well  out  of  their  way, 
stood  a  smiling  Burdock  man.  Having  no  feet,  he 
could  not  dance,  but  he  did  not  seem  to  mind  it  in 
the  least. 

When  the  dancers  were  resting,  Mr.  Burdock  tied 
a  spider's  thread  to  a  bit  of  thistle-down  and  made 
a  curious  kite.  Ooo-oo-o-o,  blew  the  wind,  and  away 
floated  the  tiny  kite.  Up  and  up  and  up  it  went 
until  the  thread  suddenly  snapped  and  the  kite  flew 
away  out  of  sight. 

The  Burdock  man  laughed  and  began  looking 
about   for  another  spider  thread. 

"  He's  a  happy  fellow  !  "  thought  Clara.  "  I  shall 
go  and  talk  to  him.  Good  afternoon,  Mr.  Burdock," 
she  said ;  "  that  was  a  nice  kite  you  had." 

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"  Oh,  as  to  that,"  said  Mr.  Burdock,  "  I  can  show 
you  lots  of  nicer  things  I  have  made.  Look  here." 
Under  a  big  burdock  bush  was  a  tiny  room  furnished 
with  a  bed,  a  table,  a  sofa,  a  stool,  and  several  chairs 
— all  made  of  burrs.  "  People  say  we  burrs  are  l  good 
for  nothing,'  but  we  really  are  good  for  little  children 
to  play  with.  Gather  a  lot  of  burrs  and  see  what 
wonderful  things  you  can  make  with  them." 

"So  she  gathered  the  burrs  that  all  despised, 
And  later  her  playmates  were  quite  surprised 
To  see  what  a  beautiful  basket  or  chair 
Could  be  made  with  a  little  time  and  care." 


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As  the  little  footmen  came  running  for  the  burrs, 
one  of  them  tripped  and  fell  over  a  dainty  pink  lady's 
slipper. 

"Give  it  to  me,"  said  Clara;  "it  must  belong  to 
Miss   Hollyhock  in  the  pink  dress." 

Sure  enough,  poor  little  Miss  Hollyhock  was  at 
that  very  moment  trying  her  best  to  hide  her  tiny 
foot  under  a  very  short  pink  skirt.  She  thanked 
Clara  prettily  and  then  hurried  on,  hopping  and  hum- 
ming, humming  and  hopping,  hopping  and  humming. 

Suddenly  a  loud  boom,  boom,  boom,  boom  drowned 
the  tinkle,  tinkle,  tinkle  of  the  fountain  and  the  ting-a- 
ling,  ting-a-ling,  ting-a-ling  of  the  Bluebells  and  the 
toot,  toot,  toot  of  the  Trumpet-Flower. 

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The  deep   boom,  boom,  boom,  boom  came   again. 

"Oh,  what  is  that?"  cried  Clara. 

"  Only  the  Four-O'clocks  reminding  us  of  the 
hour,"  whispered  a  shy  Pansy  lady. 

"  We  cannot  dance  after  it  is  four  o'clock,  you 
know,"  added  a  pretty  Morning-Glory. 

"  Good-by,  good-by,  good-by,"  sang  the  flowers  as 
they  skipped  away. 

"  Good-by,  good-by,  good-by,"  tinkled  the  fountain. 

"  Good-by,  good-by,  good-by,"  rang  the  Lilies  and 
the  Bluebells,  and  the  band  played  "  Home,  Sweet 
Home." 

"  Good-by,  good-by,  everybody,"  called  Clara  as 
she  climbed  into  her  little  coach  and  rode  awayj  , 


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"  I'm  an  old  dusky  owl,  and   I  live 
in  a  tree — 
Look  at  me — look  at  me ! 
And  I  am  very  wise ;  for  my  head, 

as  you  see, 
Is   as   large  as   the  heads   of   four 
birds  ought  to  be." 


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The  road  to  Wood-Land  lay  near  Vegetable-Land, 
so  Clara  asked  the  coachman  to  stop  there  for  the 
night. 

"  I  think  we  can  reach  it  in  time  for  six  o'clock 
dinner,"  he  replied.  "  It  is  dark  at  eight,  and  we 
surely  can  get  there  before  that  time." 

The  little  horses  did  their  very  best.  The  golden 
coach  rolled  on  and  on  and  on,  but  six  o'clock  came 
and  there  was  no  sign  of  Vegetable-Land.  On  and 
on  and  on  rolled  the  coach,  and  on  and  on  and  on 
came  the  darkness.  Still,  there  was  no  sign  of  Veg- 
etable-Land. 

"  We  are  lost !  We  are  lost !  "  cried  the  frightened 
little  coachman.  "  We  should  have  reached  Vegetable- 
Land  hours  ago."  It  was  now  quite  dark  and  they 
did  not  know  which  way  to  go. 

"If  only  some  one  would  come  along  who  could 
tell  us  how  to  get  there ! "  said  Clara. 

"  Who,  who,  who,  who,  who,  who  ?  "  screamed  a 

voice  from  the  darkness. 

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"  Miss  Clara  Clay   with   her  coachman    and    foot- 


men, 


cried  the  frightened  coachman. 


"  Who,  who,  who  ?  "  again  screamed  the  voice. 

"  Miss  Clara  Clay  with  her  coachman  and  foot- 
men," sLouted  the  poor  little  coachman. 

"  Oh,  don't  be  frightened.  That  is  only  Mr.  Owl," 
laughed  Clara.  "  I  am  going  to  ask  him  the  way  to 
Vegetable-Land."  She  jumped  out  of  the  coach  and 
ran  toward  the  tree  from  which  the  voice  came. 

"  Good  Mr.  Owl,  if  you  really  can  see  in  the 
dark,  as  I  have  heard,  will  you  please  show  us  the 
way  to  Vegetable-Land  ?  " 

The  wise  old  owl  replied : 

"  Oh,  I  care  not  how  gloomy  the  night-time  may  be— 
I  can  see — I  can  see. 
Through  the  darkness  I  roam — 
It  suits  me — it  suits  me." 


Away  flew  the  owl,  and  after  him  drove  the  coach- 
man. In  a  few  minutes  the  owl  called :  "  Here  comes 
Mr.  Roily  Gourd.  You  are  in  Vegetable-Land  now." 
And    he    dashed    away,    crying:    "Who,    who,    who?" 

Mr.  Roily  Gourd  was  a  queer-looking  fellow. 
He  had  no  arms,  no  legs,  no  body,  and  no  hair  on 
his  head.  He  did  have,  however,  a  very  cheerful 
face,  and  got  about  without  legs  by  rolling  from  side 
to  side.  That  was  why  he  was  named  Roily.  His 
small  son  had  three  little  legs  made  of  toothpicks. 

Mr.  Roily  Gourd  rolled  over  to  Clara  and  smiled 
up  at  her.  "  I  would  shake  hands  with  you,  my  dear, 
if  I  had  any  hands,"  he  laughed.  "We  have  waited 
dinner  for  you,  so,  as  soon  as  you  have  been  intro- 
duced to  a  few  of  your  cousins,  we  will  eat.  This 
is  your  cousin  Percy  Pickle." 

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Percy  Pickle  wore  a  long  green  coat  and  had 
three  legs.  He  shook  hands  with  Clara  and  asked : 
"Why  am   I  like  a  pin?" 

"  A  pin  has  a  head  and  he  has  none,"  thought 
Clara.  "  That  cannot  be  the  answer."  Aloud  she 
said :  "  I  give  it  up." 

"  Ha,  ha ! "  laughed  Percy  Pickle,  "  because  I  am 
sharp,  of  course." 

Mr.  Roily  was  so  delighted  with  this  joke  that 
he  stood  on  his  head  and  rolled  about  for  at  least 
five  minutes.  Then  he  rolled  back  to  Clara's  side, 
crying:  "Here  is  your  cousin  Adam  Apple." 


/:> 


Adam  Apple  was  a  jolly  looking  fellow.  He  had 
a  round  body  and  was  dressed  in  a  bright  red  suit. 
His  round,  rosy  face  wore  a  friendly  smile,  and  Clara 
liked  him  at  once.  "  Did  you  see  my  friend  Red 
Ray  when  you  were  in  Color-Land,"  asked  Adam. 

"  No,  but  I  heard  that  he  gave  you  your  beau- 
tiful red  color,"  answered  Clara. 

"  A  fine  fellow,  a  fine  fellow ! "  said  Adam. 

"  This  is  your  cousin,  Cornelia  Husks,"  went  on 
Mr.  Roily,  when  he  thought  Adam  Apple  had  talked 
long  enough.  Cornelia  was  a  very  pretty  girl.  Her 
hair  was  long  and  silky  and  brown.  She  wore  a 
dainty  green  satin  dress  with  a  bonnet  to  match. 

"  Come,"  she  said  to  Clara,  "  you  must  see  our 
babies  before  they  call  us  to  dinner.  I  have  a  little 
baby  brother  and  a  baby  sister.     My  brother's  name 

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is  Radish  and  my  sister's  is  Cob.  Here  they  are," 
Cornelia  went  on.  "  Radish's  face  is  quite  red,  but  he 
is  a  cunning  little  fellow  and  he  is  very  good.  Cob 
is  a  dear  baby  and  never  cries." 

"  Didn't  you  ever  see  little  babies  dressed  in 
green  before?  Why,  all  the  vegetable  babies  wear 
green,  because  it  is  good  for  their  eyes." 

"  Dinner!  Dinner!"  called  Mr.  Roily  Poly,  rolling 
up  to  Clara  and  Cornelia.  "This  way!  This  way!" 
he  called  back,  as  he  rolled  along  before  them. 
Dinner  was  spread  under  the  trees  on  the  soft  green 
grass,  and  Clara  forgot  that  it  was  night  because  the 
branches  of  the  trees  were  covered  with  little  grinning 
Jack-o'-lanterns,  who  sent  out  light  from  their  eyes, 
noses,  and  mouths. 


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Oh,  what  a  good  dinner  it  was !  Only  the  Vege- 
table Family  could  have  found  so  many  nice  things 
to  eat.  There  were  oysters  from  the  oyster  plant; 
eggs  from  the  egg  plant ;  water  from  the  water- 
melon, and  pies  from  the  pie  plant. 

While  Clara  was  eating  she  heard  a  faint  "  Wee, 
wee,  wee ! "  Then  there  were  loud  grunts,  "  Grunt ! 
Grunt !  Grunt ! "  She  looked  about,  and  not  far  away 
saw  three  strange-looking  animals— two  were  just  the 
color  of  lemons  and  the  other  was  as  brown  as  a 
potato.  "  What  are  those  strange  things?"  she  asked 
Mr.  Roily,  who  was  rolling  to  and  fro  beside  her. 
"  Those  are  vegetable  pigs,"  Roily  explained.  "  We 
have  five  of  them,  but  one  is  at  market  now  and 
the  baby  pig  is  lost  and  can't  find  its  way  home." 

"  Is  that  the  lost  one  crying  'Wee,  wee!'"?  asked 
Clara. 

"  Yes,  that  is  the  baby  pig  you  hear,"  Mr.  Roily 
said.  "  Then  why  don't  you  go  and  get  it,"  Clara 
inquired. 

"  Oh,  because  it  would  only  get  lost  again.  It  is 
always  lost.  It  has  been  lost  for  years  and  years  and 
years  and  years." 

"  That  big  lemon-colored  pig  has  just  finished 
his  roast  beef  and  his  big  brother  looks  cross  be- 
cause he  did  not  get  a  bit  of  the  beef.  The  old 
brown  pig  was  lazy  and  would  not  go  to  market 
with  his  mother." 

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3 

^"^    J, 

"  Why,  I  believe  I  have  heard  of  your  pigs  be- 
fore,'' cried  Clara.     "  This  is  what  I  heard : 

"  This  little  pig"  went  to  market ; 
This  little  pig  stayed  at  home ; 
This  little  pig  had  roast  beef; 
This  little  pig  had  none ; 
This  little  pig  said,  '  Wee,  wee ! 
I  can't  find  my  way  home.'  " 

The  next  morning  Clara  had  to  say  "  Good-by " 
to  her  cousins  and  to  Vegetable-Land  and  start 
again  on  her  journey  to  Wood-Land.  "  The  road  to 
Wood-Land  goes  straight  through  Nut-Land,"  said 
Mr.  Roily  Poly,  "  and  I  would  stop  there  if  I  were 
you.  My  good  friend  Mr.  Squirrel  will  be  glad  to 
show  you   all   the   sights,   and   I   think  he  can   intro- 

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duce  you  to  our  Nut  cousins,  whom  you  never  have 
seen." 

Roily  Poly  gave  Clara  a  dipper  made  of  a  gourd, 
and  Jack-o'-Lantern-  fastened  two  tiny  pumpkins  to 
the  front  of  her  coach.  "  They  will  throw  light  on 
the  road  if  it  gets  dark  before  you  reach  Nut-Land," 
Jack  said.  Just  as  a  footman  was  closing  the  coach 
door,  Cornelia  Husks  came  running  with  a  big  bag 
of  freshly  popped  corn.  "  This  is  to  eat  on  your 
journey,"  Cornelia  said,  as  she  handed  the  pop-corn 
to  Clara. 

The  coachman  cracked  his  whip,  the  Vegetables 
called  "Come  again!"  and  "Good-by!"  to  Clara,  Clara 
said  "Good-by!"  and  the  little  golden  coach  rolled 
on  again  toward  Wood-Land. 

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When  the  little  horses  were  tired  and  warm  they 
stopped  under  a  great  oak-tree  to  rest.  High  up  in 
the  branches  Clara  heard  a  great  chattering  and  a 
shrill  voice  crying : 

"Oh,  dear!     Oh,  dear! 
He'll  die,   I  fear ! 
What  shall  I  do? 
What  shall   I  do? 
That  trap  will  cut  his  tail  in  two." 

Clara  looked  out  of  the  coach  window  and  saw 
at  the  foot  of  the  oak-tree  a  baby  squirrel  with  his 
bushy  little  tail  caught  in  a  trap.  In  the  branches 
above  him  sat  the  frightened  mother  squirrel.  When 
she  saw  Clara  she  cried  again  : 

"  Oh,  dear!     Oh,  dear! 
He'll  die,  I   fear! 
What  shall   I   do? 
What  shall   I   do? 
That  trap  will   cut  his  tail  in  two." 
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Clara  opened  the  trap  and  set  the  baby  squirrel 
free.  Away  he  ran  to  join  his  happy  mother.  The 
mother  squirrel  hopped  up  and  down  with  joy  and 
called  to  Clara : 

"Oh,  joy!     Oh,  joy! 
You've  saved  my  boy ! 
What  can  I  do, 
What  can   I  do, 
To  show  our  thanks  and  love  to  you?" 

"Can  you  take  me  to  my  cousins,  the  Nuts?" 
asked  Clara. 

"Yes,  that  I'll  do, 
Yes,  that  I'll  do, 
To  show  our  thanks  and  love  to  you. 
This  way,  this  way 
Is  where  they  play." 

Away  scampered  the  mother  squirrel,  hop,  hop, 
hop,  and  after  her  went  the  baby  squirrel,  hippety- 
hop,  hippety-hop,  hippety-hop.  Clara  ran  after  them 
until  they  came  to  a  policeman.  The  policeman  wore 
a  handsome  suit  of  blue,  and  a  shining  badge  was 
fastened  to  his  coat. 

Mrs.  Squirrel  stopped  in  front  of  the  policeman 
and  said  to  Clara:  "  Here  is  one  of  your  Nut  cousins. 
This  is  Officer  Walnut.  He  will  show  you  the  way 
to  Nut  Village. 


"  He's  going  there. 
He's  going  there. 


I'll  leave  you  now  in  his  good  care." 


Away  the  squirrels  scampered,  waving  friendly 
good-bys  with  their  bushy  tails. 

"  Glad  to  see  you,  Clara,  very  glad  to  see  you," 
said  Officer  Walnut.  "  Here  come  two  people  you 
will  want  to  meet." 

Officer  Walnut  bowed  to  a  young  lady  and  a  lit- 
tle girl  who  at  that  moment  came  up  to  them. 
"  Miss  Almond  Nut,  this  is  your  cousin  Clara  Clay, 
and,  Clara,  this  is  little   Hazel   Nut." 

Cousin  Almond  Nut  and  Cousin  Hazel  Nut  were 
very  glad  to  see  Clara  and  wanted  her  to  go  walk- 
ing with  them.  They  told  her  they  were  going  to 
call   on    the  Acorns,  the  Peanuts,  and   the  Chestnuts. 

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"That  is  where  the  Acorns  live,"  Almond  said, 
pointing  to  a  neat  little  cottage  under  a  big  oak-tree. 
"There  are  Andrew  and  Alice  Acorn  in  the  garden. 
See,  they  have  spied  us   and  are  coming  this  way ! " 

"  Stay  with  us  for  dinner.  Oh,  please  have  din- 
ner with  us!"  begged  Alice  Acorn.  "We  were  just 
going  in  to  eat."  The  dinner-table  was  daintily  set 
with  cunning  plates  and  saucers  made  from  acorn 
cups,  and  quaint  little  bowls,  pitchers,  coffee-pot,  and 
mugs  were  made  from  the  acorns  themselves.  After 
dinner  they  spun  little  acorn  tops  until  Cousin  Al- 
mond said  it  was  time  to  go,  for  all  the  Nuts  were 
waiting  to  see  Clara. 


On  their  way  to  call  on  the  Peanuts,  they  met 
Paul  and  Pearl  Peanut  taking  a  walk  with  their  two 
little  peanut  dogs.  "  Oh,  won't  you  come  with  us ! " 
Pearl  asked.  "  We  are  just  going  over  to  the  Chest- 
nuts' to  see  their  dear  little  new  baby." 

The  little  peanut  dogs  wagged  their  tails  as  fast  as 
they  could  and  barked,  as  much  as  to  say:  "Come! 
Come!     Come!" 

Paul  and  Pearl  dressed  as  Chinese  people  do. 
He  wore  very  wide  trousers  and  a  loose  coat  with 
large  sleeves.  His  hair  was  braided  from  the  top  of 
his  head  and  his  hat  was  flat  and  big.  Pearl's  gown 
was  very  wide  with  full  sleeves.  Her  black  hair  was 
done  up  in  two  little  knots  on  the  top  of  her  head. 
They  both  had  such  pleasant,  smiling  faces  that 
Clara  was  glad  to  go  with  them  to  see  the  new  baby. 

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Chestnut  farm  was  in  a  large  chestnut  grove. 
There  were  many  animals,  and  every  animal,  whether 
dog  or  cat  or  horse  or  cow,  was  a  glossy  chestnut 
brown.  When  he  saw  Clara  coming  a  cock  flew  to  the 
top  of  a  chestnut-tree  and  crowed:  "  Cock-a-doodle-do ! 
Cock-a-doodle-do  !     Koo-ke-kroo  !     Koo-ke-kroo  ! " 

"Why,  how  do  you  do?  I  am  glad  to  see  you, 
too,"  answered  Clara.  To  herself  she  thought: 
"What  a  wonderful  cock!  He  is  more  polite  than 
the  cocks  in  Clay  Country.  When  I  get  home  I 
must  teach  our  cocks  better  manners." 

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When  she  entered  the  little  brown  house  Clara 
saw  that  all  the  beds  and  tables  and  chairs  and 
stands  and  stools  and  stoves  and  dishes  were  the 
same  glossy  brown,  and  so  was  all  the  clothing  of  the 
Chestnut  family.  "  They  must  like  brown  better 
than  the  beautiful  rainbow  colors.  They  really  ought 
to  be  called  Brownies.  They  are  brown  enough  and 
round  enough,  and  the  dear  little  new  baby  is  the 
brownest  and  the  roundest  of  all,"  whispered  Clara 
to  Hazel  Nut. 

0\d  Aunt  Hickory  Nut  was  the  baby's  nurse. 
She  had  a  cross-looking  face  and  did  not  even  smile 
at  the  cunning  baby.  "  I  don't  like  her  looks  at  all," 
thought  Clara,  but  just  at  that  very  minute  the 
baby's  mother  whispered  in  her  ear : 


"  The  hickory-nut  nurse  has  a  hard,  hard  face, 
But  a  heart  that  is  tender  and  true ; 
She  cannot  change  her  looks,  you  know, 
And  neither  can  I  or  you."  _M  c  walker. 

"  Come,  see  my  pretty  pony,  girls,"  begged  Chester 
Chestnut.  The  little  Chestnut  pony  was  rightly 
named  Beauty.  When  her  master  said,  "  This  is  the 
way  the  ladies  ride,"  off  trotted  the  little  pony — 

Tri,  tre,  tre,  tre ! 
Tri,  tre,  tre,  tre ! 

"And  this  is  the  way  the  gentlemen  ride,"  away  gal- 
loped the  chestnut  pony — 

Gallop-a-trot ! 
Gallop-a-trot ! 
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot ! 


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"  This  is  the  way  the  farmers  ride."     The  little  pony 
jogged  along — 

Hobbledy-hoy ! 

Hobbledy-hoy ! 

Hobbledy,  hobbledy-hoy ! 

"  Now  show  us  the  way  the  hunters  ride,"  and  Beauty 
flew  over  the  ground — 

Cloppety-clop ! 

Cloppety-clop ! 

Cloppety-clop-clop-clop ! 

For  two  weeks  Clara  played  with  the  Nut  children, 
and  then  the  golden  coach  came  for  her. 

"  From  the  Nut  cousins,  with  their  best  love," 
said  the  footman,  handing  Clara  a  pretty  box  before 
he  closed  the  coach  door. 

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"What  can  it  be!"  wondered  Clara  as  she  raised 
the  lid  of  the  box.  "  Oh,  lovely,'  lovely ! "  she  cried, 
lifting  out  beautiful  chains  and  bracelets  from  their 
soft  beds.  "  Thank  you,  thank  you ! "  she  called  as 
loud  as  she  could,  and  the  Nuts  waved  good-bys  and 
danced  about  joyously  when  they  saw  how  delighted 
Clara  was  with  their  present. 

Trot,  trot,  trot,  trot ! 
Trot,  trot,  trot,  trot ! 


jogged  the  four  little  white  horses.  Crack,  crack, 
crack !  snapped  the  coachman's  whip.  Creak,  creak, 
creak !  rumbled  the  golden  coach  as  it  rattled  through 
the  deep  forest. 


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By  and  by  the  coach  came  to  a  stream  where 
the  horses  stopped  to  drink.  Floating  on  the  water 
was  a  birch-bark  canoe,  and  beside  it  were  two  storks 
— a  strong  stork  and  a  small  stork. 

"This  is  Wood-Land!  Hurrah  for  Wood-Land!" 
shouted  Strong  Stork.  "  Get  into  the  canoe,  Miss 
Clay,  and  we  will  show  you  wonderful  Wood-Land." 

Clara  scrambled  into  the  canoe,  and  away  she 
floated  with  Strong  Stork  and  Small  Stork. 

"  Perhaps  you  want  to  know  why  we  live  in 
Wood-Land,"  piped  Small  Stork. 

"  Why,  I  should  like  to  know,"  replied  Clara. 

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"  Well,"  went  on  Small  Stork,  "  you  see,  we  are 
made  of  cork.  Cork  comes  from  the  oak-tree  and 
the  oak-tree   is  wood,  so  we   belong   to  Wood-Land." 

"Would  you  like  to  stop  in  Spool  Town?"  asked 
Strong  Stork.     "  Every  traveller  stops  there." 

"  Yes,  I  should  like  to  go  there,"  replied  Clara, 
although  she  never  had  heard  of  Spool  Town  before. 

"  A  wise  girl !  A  very  wise  girl !  "  muttered  Strong 
Stork.  Aloud  he  shouted  :  "  Mr.  Mender!  Mr.  Mender! 
here  is  a  visitor  for  you !  Mr.  Mender,"  he  explained 
in  a  low  voice  to  Clara,  "  is  the  mayor  of  Spool 
Town.  We  will  land  you  here  beside  him  and  we 
will  come  for  you  again  to-morrow." 


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Before  Clara  could  wink  her  eyes  she  was  on 
the  shore  beside  Mr.  Mender,  and  Strong  Stork  and 
Small  Stork  and  the  canoe  had  disappeared. 

Mr.  Mender  was  a  funny  fellow.  His  body  was 
a  big  spool  and  his  head  a  small  spool.  His  stiff, 
straight  legs  were  as  thin  as  needles.  On  the  top  of 
his  flat  head  was  perched  a  high,  stiff  hat.  Such  a 
queer  hat,  much  smaller  than  his  head !  Clara  quite 
forgot  her  manners  and  stared  at  it. 

The  little  fellow  saw  her  curiosity  and  said 
proudly:  "Never  saw  one  like  that  before,  did  you? 
Do  you  know  what  it's  made  of?  Of  course  you 
didn't  and  you  don't,"  he  went  on  instantly.  "  Well, 
that  hat  is  a  thimble,  and  every  Mender  must  wear 
one.  Even  my  little  children  have  hats  just  like 
mine,  only  they  come  in  different  sizes,  according  to 
the  size  of  the  Mender." 

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"  Our  family  has  a  motto,  too,"  he  continued. 
u  Every  Mender  must  learn  our  motto  before  he  can 
have  a  hat.  This  is  it:  lA  Stitch  in  Time  Saves 
Nine!  I  suppose  it's  too  hard  for  you  to  say,  but, 
never  mind,  come  on  and  see  my  house." 

Mr.  Mender  lived  in  a  splendid  spool  house. 
Around  it  was  a  large  yard  shut  in  by  a  spool  fence. 
All  about  on  the  green  raphia  grass  stood  tiny  spool 
tubs  filled  with  green  trees  and  plants. 

All  the  houses  in  Spool  Town  were  built  of 
spools.  Some  were  large  and  some  were  small,  some 
were  white  and  some  were  red.  All  the  furniture  in 
all  the  houses  was  made  of  spools.  There  were 
small  spools  for  footstools  and  larger  spools  for 
tables.  There  were  beds  with  spool  legs  and  chairs 
with  spool  legs  and  a  piano  built  of  spools  and  a 
spool  stove  with  a  high  spool  chimney. 


ra  in  nme 
aves  nine. 


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Clara  heard  the  strange  motto  everywhere :  "A 
Stitch  in  Time  Saves  Nine."  Every  time  Mayor 
Mender  introduced  her  to  another  Mender  she  was 
sure  to  hear,  as  the  tiny  thimble  hat  came  off:  "A 
Stitch  in  Time  Saves  Nine"  "It  must  have  a  mean- 
ing," decided  Clara.  "  I  will  ask  mother  to  explain 
it  to  me  when  I  get  home." 

She  would  have  enjoyed  staying  another  day  in 
Spool  Town,  but,  mindful  of  Strong  Stork's  promise 
to  call  for  her  with  the  birch  canoe,  she  was  at  the 
shore  in  time  to  see   the  storks   floating   toward   her. 


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Strong  Stork  and  Small  Stork  seemed  to  be  very 
cheerful.  As  they  floated  toward  her  Clara  could  hear 
them  singing : 

"  They  went  to  sea  in  a  sieve,  they  did, 
In  a  sieve  they  went  to  sea. 
In  spite  of  all  their  friends  could  say, 
On  a  winter's  morn,  on  a  stormy  day, 
In  a  sieve  they  went  to  sea. 
Far  and  few,  far  and  few*, 
Are  the  lands  where  the  Jumblies  live. 
Their  heads  are  green  and  their  hands  are  blue, 
And  they  went  to  sea  in  a  sieve." 

"Who  went  to  "sea  in  a  sieve?"  asked  Clara 
anxiously  as  she   climbed  into   the  little   birch   canoe. 

""Oh,  the  Jumblies  did  that!"  answered  big 
Strong  Stork;  'but  we've  just  as  brave  people  right 
here  in  Wood-Land.     There  is  the  Clothespin  family, 


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for  instance."      Before   Clara   could   inquire  about  the 
brave   Clothespins,  Small    Stork   commenced  to  sing: 

"  They  go  to  walk  on  tight  ropes,  they  do, 
On  tight  ropes  they  go  to  walk : 
In  spite  of  all  their  friends  can  say, 
On  a  quiet  morn  or  a  windy  day 
On  tight  ropes  they  go  to  walk. 
Tight  and  high,  tight  and  high 
Are  the  ropes  where  the  Clothespins  stride ; 
Their  heads  are  round,  and  their  heads  are  hard, 
And  their  heads  are  filled  with  pride." 

"  That  is  very  curious,"  said  Clara. 
"As  curious  as  it  can  be,"  replied  Strong  Stork. 
"Why  are  their  heads  filled  with  pride?"  inquired 
Clara.     She  liked  the  song  about  the  Clothespins. 
"  Well,"  said  Strong  Stork,  "  the  Clothespins  are 


very  proud  of  their  old  family.  People  say  their 
great-grandparents  lived  here  when  George  Wash- 
ington did.  Anyway,  the  Clothespins  have  thousands 
of  invitations  to  visit  all  kinds  of  people.  Why, 
the  greatest  families  in  the  world  want  the  Clothes- 
pins to  stay  with  them  at  least  one  day  every  week. 
It  is  surprising  how  many  invitations  they  have  for 
each  Monday.  The  only  day  you  can  be  sure  of 
finding  the  Clothespins  at  home  is  on  Sunday.  There 
is  always  a  watchman  and  his  family  in  Clothespin 
City.  Let  us  stop  and  see  if  they  are  at  home  now. 
They  will   show  you  their   clothespin   cottage." 

The  little  canoe  stopped  at  Clothespin  City  long 
enough  for  Clara  to  see  the  watchman  and  his  family, 
their  clothespin  cottage,  and  their  clothespin  furniture. 

"Do  you  like  them?"  inquired  Small  Stork  when 
they  were  once  more  floating  down-stream. 

"  Oh,  yes,"  replied  Clara,  "  and  they  are  not  nearly 


as  stiff  and  as  proud  as  they  look.  Mrs.  Watchman 
told  me  that  all  the  Clothespins  are  great  workers. 
The  reason  they  have  so  many  invitations  to  visit  is 
because  they  are  so  useful  to  everybody." 

"  I  am  glad  to  hear  it,  I  am  sure,"  said  Strong 
Stork ;  "  but,  take  my  word  for  it,  those  Clothespins 
will  walk  on  tight  ropes.  No  accounting  for  tastes ! 
Shall   I  sing  you  another  song?" 

"  Oh,  please,  please  do ! "  Clara  replied  eagerly. 
So  the  storks  began  singing  in  a  strong  voice  and 
a  small  voice  another  song  about  Wood-Land : 

"  On  the  top  of  the  crumpetty-tree 
The  Ouangle  Wangle  sat, 
But  his  face  you  could  not  see, 
On  account  of  his  beaver  hat. 


For  his   hat  was  a  hundred  and  two  feet  wide, 
With   ribbons  and   bibbons  on  every  side, 
And   bells,  and   buttons,  and  loops,  and  lace, 
So   that   nobody  ever  could   see  the  face 
Of  the  Quangle  Wangle  Quee."       -Edward  Lea*. 

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"  Please  explain  all  that,"  begged  Clara.  "  Oh, 
explanations  take  such  a  long  time!"  replied  Strong 
Stork.     "  You'll  understand  if  we  sing  another  verse. 

"  And  to  the  crumpetty-tree 
Came  the  Stork,  the  Duck,  and  the  Owl ; 
The  Snail  and  the  Bumble-Bee, 
The  Frog  and  the  Fimble  Fowl 
(The  Fimble  Fowl  with  a  corkscrew  leg) ; 
And  all  of  them  said,  '  We  humbly  beg 
We  may  build  our  homes  on  your  lovely  Hat — 
Mr.  Quangle  Wangle,  grant  us  that ! 
Mr.  Quangle  Wangle  Quee!'" 

"  I  don't  understand  it  a  bit  better  now,"  said 
Clara  in  a  tone  of  great  surprise. 

"Why  don't  you?"  said  Strong  Stork.  "To  us 
it's   as  clear  as — glass,"  he  ended,  laughing  with  glee. 

"  Look !  There  are  Mrs.  Pine  and  Mr.  Pine 
and  little  Patty  Pine,"  said  Small  Stork,  pointing 
toward  the  shore  with  one  leg,  while  he  balanced 
unsteadily  on   the  other. 


"Who  are  they  and  where  do  they  live?"  asked 
Clara. 

"  Those  are  the  Pines  and  they  live  under  that 
tall  tree  over  there,"  answered  Strong  Stork. 

"Can  you  show  me  a  crumpetty-tree? "  began 
Clara,  but  Strong  Stork  exclaimed :  "  Here's  where  we 
leave  you !  There's  a  carpenter  who  will  tell  you  all 
the  rest  about  Wood-Land." 

In  another  moment  Clara  found  herself  standing 
on  the  shore.  Looking  down  at  her  was  a  child — a 
smiling  boy.  "Why,  how  do  you  do,  Clara  Clay?" 
said  the  smiling  boy.  "  Do  you  want  to  see  what  I 
am  making  for  my  little  sisters?" 

Near  the  boy  carpenter  was  a  little  wooden  house 
with  windows  and  doors,  a  living-room,  a  kitchen, 
two  bedrooms,  and  an  attic.  "  Oh,  what  a  lovely 
house!"  exclaimed  Clara;  "did  you  build  it,  Mr. 
Carpenter?  " 

"  Yes,"  smiled  the  carpenter,  "  but  the  house  is 
not  quite  finished.  Wait  until  you  see  it  furnished 
with    all    the    pretty    things    I    have    made   for    it.      I 


shall  paper  the  walls  and  lay  rugs  on  the  floors  and 
hang  curtains  at  the  windows,  and  in  the  attic  I  shall 
put  up  a  fine  hammock." 

"  Are  you  sure  that  this  house  is  large  enough 
for  your  sisters  to  live  in  ?  Are  they  so  very,  very 
small  ?  "     Clara  looked  at  the  tiny  rooms  in  surprise. 

"  My  sisters  are  smaller  than  I  am,"  laughed  the 
carpenter,  "  but  they  cannot  go  into  this  little  house. 
I  am  building  it  for  their  doll  babies.  The  dolls 
are  very  small  and  they  have  tiny  furniture." 

"  Well,  your  sisters  and  their  doll  babies  will  love 

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this  beautiful  home,"  Clara  said.  "  It  is  just  like  a 
real  big  home,  isn't  it?" 

"  Not  quite  like  a  '  real  home,'  "  the  little  car- 
penter said  thoughtfully.  "  Now  it  is  only  an  empty 
house.  A  home  is  a  house  with  a  family  in  it — 
father,  mother,  and  children." 

"Oh,  I  know  what  you  mean!"  nodded  Clara. 
"  Mother  sings  to  me  about  the  family  in  a  car- 
penter song.     It  goes  like  this  : 

"  '  This  is  the  family — all  are  here — 
Father  and  mother  and  children  dear, 
Who  live  in  the   house  with  windows  and  doors, 
With  timbers  and  rafters  and  roofs  and  floors, 
Which  was  built  by  the  carpenter,  skilful  and  strong, 
Who  planed  all  the  boards  so  straight  and  long.'  " 

"  I  have  made  some  other  things  for  my  sisters' 
dolls.     See,  here  is  a  red  wagon.     Do  you   like   it?" 


"  It  is  the  nicest  wagon  I  ever  saw,"  answered 
Clara.  "  Our  wagons  in  Clay  Country  are  not  half 
so  pretty." 

"  Here  is  a  sailboat  I  made  for  the  dolls,  too. 
My  sisters  put  bathing-suits  on  their  smallest  wooden 
dolls  and  then  give  them  a  fine  sail  in  the  big  tub. 
The  boat  sometimes  upsets,  but  the  little  wooden 
dolls  float. 

"  Did  you  ever  see  a  wooden  top  like  this  one? 
It  spins  and  spins  and  spins.  I  make  tops  for  boys 
and  girls — not  for  dolls.  You  may  have  this  top, 
Clara.  I  can  make  another  one  for  myself.  See  me 
spin  the  top.     Listen  to  it : 

"  '  See  me  spinning  round  and  round,  whir-r-r,  whir-r-r, 

whir-r-r, 
Listen  to  my  joyful  sound,  whir-r-r,  whir-r-r,  whir-r-r. 
Boys  and  girls,  come  play  with  me,  whir-r-r,  whir-r-r, 

wrhir-r-r, 
You  will  laugh  and  shout  with  glee,  whir-r-r,  whir-r-r, 

wThir-r-r.'  " 

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"  Are  all  your  sisters'  dolls  made  of  wood?  "  asked 
Clara,  after  thanking  the  carpenter  for  the  top. 

"  No,"  answered  the  carpenter.  "  Here  is  the 
housekeeper,  Miss  Raphia.  She  is  made  from  the 
bark  of  the  palm-tree.  The  broom  she  uses  to  sweep 
the  dolls'  house  is  made  of  raphia,  too.  One  day 
I  heard  Miss  Raphia  singing  to  the  little  wooden 
dolls : 

"  l  From  away  beyond  the  sea 
Who  should  come  but  little  me? 
In  the  palm-tree's  shade  I  grew 
Till   I  came  to  live  with  you. 


With  my  raphia  broom   I  sweep 
And  the  doll-house  clean  I  keep. 
You  would  not  know  what  to  do 
If  I  did  not  work  for  you.' 


-L.  w. 


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"  I  used  twigs  to  make  this  log  cabin.  You  know, 
the  first  white  people  in  our  country  made  their 
houses  of  logs.  The  dolls  who  live  here  have  old- 
fashioned  names.  Let  me  see  there  are  Faith  and 
Patience  and  Priscilla  and  their  brothers  Myles  and — " 

"  Hello  !     Hello  !  "  interrupted  a  jolly-faced  boy. 

"  Oh,  here  comes  my  brother! "  cried  the  carpenter. 
u  He  weaves  all  the  clothes  for  the  dolls — their  caps 
and  coats  and  sweaters  and  mittens.  He  weaves  rugs 
and  blankets  and  hammocks  for  the  doll-house.  He 
makes  playthings  for  the  children,  too — bags  for  mar- 
bles, lashes  for  horse-whips,  and  the  nicest  kind  of 
reins  for  the  horses." 


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* 


WEAVING -LAND 


"  My  brother  is  a  carpenter, 
But  I'm  a  weaver-man. 
The  trees  give  wood  for  him  to  use, 
He  builds  whene'er  he  can. 

The  sheep  give  me  their  wool  to  make 
A  carpet  or  a  rug, 
A  hammock  or  some  woolen  clothes 
To  keep  dolls  warm  and  snug." 


"  Come,  Clara,  and  see  some  of  my  weaving. 
There  are  caps  and  coats,  carpets  and  rugs,  ham- 
mocks and  horse-reins,  Easter  chickens,  and  many 
other  pretty  things  to  show  you. 

"  I  have  a  little  store  where  all  the  dolls  come 
to  buy  warm  clothing  and  carpets  and  rugs  for  their 
houses.  Mrs.  Yarn  tends  the  store  when  I  am  away. 
She  is  made  of  soft  yarn — coarse  and  straight." 

"  Are  you  the  only  weaver  in  the  world  ? "  asked 
Clara. 

"Oh,  no,"  laughed  the  little  boy;  "men  and 
women  and  children  and  spiders  and  even  Jack  Frost 
can  weave.  Jack  Frost  always  uses  white  and  he  is 
the  most  quiet  worker  of  all  the  weavers." 


A  WONDERFUL  WEAVER 

There's  a  wonderful  weaver 

High  up  in  the  air, 
And  he  weaves  a  white  mantle 

For  cold  earth  to  wear. 
With  the  wind  for  his   shuttle, 

The  cloud  for  his  loom, 
How  he  weaves,  how  he  weaves, 

In  the  light,  in  the  gloom  ! 


But  this  wonderful  weaver 

Grows  weary  at  last, 
And  the  shuttle  lies  idle 

That  once  flew  so  fast. 
Then  the  sun  peeps  abroad 

On  the  work  that  is  done, 
And  he  smiles:  "I'll  unravel 

It  all,  just  for  fun." 


— Geo.  Cooper. 


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"  That  was  a  beautiful  story,"  said   Clara.     "  Can 
you  tell  me  any  more  stories  about  weaving?" 

"Well,  here  is  another  you  may  like  to  hear: 

"  'A  little  spider  made  a  web 
Of  thread  so  very  fine 
Your  tiny  fingers  scarce  could  feel 
The  little  slender  line. 

Round  about  and  round  about 
And  round  about  it  spun  ; 
Straight  across  and  back  again, 
Until  the  web  was  done. 

Round  about  and  round  about 
And  round  about  it  danced; 
Across  the  web  and  back  again, 
It  darted  and  it  glanced. 

IT4 


Round  about  and  round  about 
And  round  about  she  trips ; 
Across  the  web  and  back  again, 
But  never,  never  slips. 

But  round  about  and  round  about 
And  round  about  once  more ; 
Across  the  web  and  back  again, 
She  flitted  as  before. 

Round  about  and  round  about 
And  round  about  she  spun  ; 
Across  the  web  and  back  again, 
Until  the  web  was  done.'  ' 


-Selected. 


'  Do  you  go  '  round  about  and  round  about '  when 
you  weave  ?  "    cried  Clara. 


"  No,  not  '  round  about  and  round  about,'  but 
across  the  loom  and  back  again  : 

"  Straight  across  and  back  again, 
And  straight  across   I  go, 
Across  the  loom  and  back  again 
My  wool  goes  to  and  fro. 

"  Over,  under,  and  over, 
Under,  over,  once  more, 
Across  the  loom  and  back  again 
The  wool  goes  as  before.'' 

"  How  did  the  little  spider  learn  to  weave  her 
beautiful   web?"    inquired    curious   Clara. 

"  There  is  a  story  about  that,"  answered  the  boy. 

"  Once  upon  a  time  there  was  a  young  girl  named 
Arachne  who  would  have  been  loved  by  all  had  it 
not  been  for  her  pride,  not  in  her  own  beauty,  but 
in  her  skill  as  a  weaver.  She  thought  no  one  else 
could  do  such  wonderful  work,  so  she  boasted  far 
and  wide  that  she  could  weave  as  well  as  Minerva, 
the  goddess  of  weaving. 

"  When  Minerva  heard  this  she  was  displeased,  so 
she  changed  herself  into  an  old  woman  and  visited 
the  proud  girl.  At  once  Arachne  began  to  talk  about 
her  wonderful  skill.  Minerva  warned  her  not  to  be 
so  proud  and  so  boastful,  for  surely  she  could  not 
weave   as   well   as    Minerva,  the  goddess  of  weaving. 

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'•  This  made  Arachne  very  angry,  and  she  said 
that  her  weaving  was  even  better  than  Minerva's. 
Then  the  goddess  changed  again  to  her  own  form 
and  told  Arachne  to  weave  with  her.  Wools  of 
different  colors  were  brought,  and  their  fingers  flew, 
back  and  forth,  back  and  forth,  until  each  had  finished. 

•■  Arachne's  weaving  was  very  beautiful,  but  of 
course  she  could  not  weave  as  well  as  the  goddess 
of  weaving.  To  punish  Arachne  for  her  pride  and 
boasting,  Minerva  turned  her  into  a  spider.  The 
spider  began   to  weave  a  wonderful  web: 

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"  Round  about  and  round  about 
And  round  about  she  spun, 
Across  the  web  and  back  again 
Until  the  web  was  done." 

"  Now  come  and  see  two  children  using  my  horse- 
reins.  Sometimes  I  weave  my  reins  on  a  spool, 
sometimes  I  braid  heavy  yarn  for  reins,  but  more 
often   I   loop  strong  string  to  make  reins." 

A  prancing  horse  almost  ran  into  them.  "  Whoa ! 
Whoa!  Whoa!"  cried  his  driver,  a  boy  about  as 
large  as  the  weaver. 

"  Whoa, 

My  good  horse ! 

Whoa  !     Whoa  !     Whoa  !  " 


The  horse  stopped  and  stood  very  quietly  while 
Clara  looked  at  the  reins.     Then  the  driver  called : 

"  Go, 

My  good  horse ! 

Go  !     Go  !     Go  !  " 

and  away  they  sped. 

"  Look  at  our  little  Easter  chickens,"  the  weaver 
said.  "  My  sister  is  feeding  them  now.  Those  two 
chickens  are  too  busy  with  their  Easter  music  to 
see  the  food.     Don't  they  look  like  live  chickens?" 

Before  Clara  could  answer  they  heard  a  loud 
voice  laughing  and  shouting : 


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"  I  am  having  some  fun ; 
I  run  and  they  run ; 
I   can  beat  every  one." 

"  There  is  naughty  Johnny-cake  running  away 
again  !  "  exclaimed  the  weaver.  "  He  is  coming  from 
the  Fair.  He  should  stay  inside  the  fair  grounds 
where  he  belongs  or  he  will  get  into  trouble." 

"Where    is    the    Fair?"    asked    Clara. 

"  Follow  that  road  a  little  way  and  you  will  come 
to  it,"  replied  the  boy,  pointing  to  a  sign  which 
read  :   "  To  the  Fair." 

Clara  said  "  Good-by  "  to  the  weaver  and  hurried 
along  the  road  leading  to  the  Fair.  Johnny-cake  ran 
as  fast  as  he  could.     He  shouted  to  her : 


"  Do  you  hear  me ! 
I   have  run  away  from 


A  little  old  man, 

A  little  old  woman, 

A  little  boy, 

A  hen, 

And  a  cow. 

I   can  run  away  from  you,  too-o-o-o ! " 

"Woof,  woof!"  grunted  a  pig,  who  had  come  out 
of  his  sty  to  listen  to  boastful  Johnny-cake.  The  pig 
opened  his  big  mouth  just  as  Johnny-cake  ran  close 
to  him.      He  caught  Johnny-cake  and  ate  him  up. 

"  Oh,"  thought  Clara,  "  how  much  better  it  would 
have  been  if  Johnny-cake  had  been  a  good  boy  and 
had  stayed  in   the  fair  grounds  where  he  belonged ! " 

At  the  gate  of  the  Fair  stood  a  man  holding  in 
his  arms  a  gingerbread  boy.  The  man  shouted  to 
the  crowd  about  him  : 

"  Smiling  girls  and  rosy  boys, 
Come  and  try  my  nice  sweet  toys. 
Dollies  made  of  gingerbread, 


And  prune  ladies  dressed  in  red. 
Raisin  horses,  girls  and  boys, 
Turtles,  hares,  and  other  joys. 
Snow-white  men  of  marshmallow, 
Lollypop  ladies  in  a  row. 
Smiling  girls  and  rosy  boys, 
Come  and  try  my  nice  sweet  toys." 

All  this  sounded  very  inviting  to  Clara,  so  she 
went  into  the  fair  grounds.  The  first  ones  she  met 
were  the  gingerbread  twins.  Their  gingerbread  feet 
stuck  straight  out  to  the  right  and  to  the  left.  Clara 
twisted  her  own  feet  so  that  they  pointed  sideways, 
but  she  could  not  walk  at  all. 


The  gingerbread  boy  called  to  Clara:  "We  have 
run  away  from  all  the  others !  We  can  run  away 
from  you,  too !  She  can  and  I  can ! "  Before  Clara 
could  look  at  them  again  they  were  both  out  of  sight. 

"  Oh,  dear,  I  do  hope  the  gingerbread  twins  will 
not  meet  the  big  pig  that  ate  up  Johnny-cake!'' 
sighed  Clara. 

Then  along  came  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Prune.  They 
smiled  so  pleasantly  at  Clara  that  she  walked  along 
beside  them.  "  Have  you  heard  the  story  about  our 
cook?"  beamed  Mrs.  Prune.  "No?  Well,  then,  we 
must  tell  you. 

"  Our  cook  is  the  very  best  cook  that  ever  lived. 
His  eyes  are  black  like  currants,  his  skin  is  white 
like  flour,  his  cheeks  are  rosy  like  apples,  and  his 
hair  is  just  the  color  of  brown  sugar.  He  made 
every  one  of  the  good  things  you  see  at  the  Fair. 
The  fig  rabbits  with  raisin  heads,  the  fig  horses,  the 
raisin    turtles,  the  fig   men  with   marshmallow    heads, 


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the  snow  men  made  of  marshmallows,  the  fig  girls, 
and  the  beautiful  lollypop  grandmothers. 

"  The  other  day  when  our  cook  was  baking  he 
saw  a  dear  little  fairy  passing  by.  He  ran  out  and 
invited  her  in  to  taste  his  pies  and  cakes  and  cookies 
and  tarts.  He  loved  her  just  as  soon  as  he  saw 
her.  While  they  were  eating,  who  should  come  along 
but  a  preacher. 

"  '  Will    you    marry    us  ?  '       cried    our    little   cook. 

" '  I  will  marry  you  very  gladly,'  said  the  preacher. 
'  But    where    is  the    wedding-ring  ?  ' 

"  Our  little  cook  looked  sad  because  he  had  no 
wedding-ring,  and  he  did  not  know  where  he  could 
get  one.  He  turned  round  and  round  and  round 
until  he  spied  some  dough  that  he  had  been  making 
for  spice-cakes.  Right  away  he  knew  exactly  what 
to  do.     He  took   a   bit    of    dough  and    patted    it   flat. 


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Then  he  poked  the  fairy's  finger  through  the  mid- 
dle of  the  tiny  flat  cake  of  dough.  After  that  he 
dropped  the  dough  into  a  kettle  of  hot  fat. 

"  What  do  you  think  our  bright  little  cook  had 
made?  Why,  the  cunningest  little  wedding-ring  in 
the  world,  and  it  fitted  the  fairy's  finger  perfectly. 
The  preacher  married  them  at  once,  and  now  they 
are  going  to  live  happily  ever  after." 

"  Look,"  said  Mr.  Prune,  pointing  to  a  table  near 
them.  "  There  are  some  of  our  cook's  wedding-rings. 
They  are  a  nut-brown  color  and  are  made  of  dough, 
so  some  folks,  who  do  not  know  their  real  name,  call 
them  '  dough-nuts/  Now  you  will  always  remember 
that  they  really  are  fairy  wedding-rings." 

"  I  like  stories,  and  the  one  about  your  cook  was 


very  nice,"  said  Clara.  "  Is  that  man  at  the  gate 
motioning   for   me   to  go   there?" 

"  Yes,  he  wants  you,"  replied  Mr.  Prune. 

Clara  was  sorry  to  leave  her  pleasant  company, 
but  she  ran  to  the  gate  to  see  what  was  the  matter. 

"Miss  Clay's  carriage!"  shouted  the  gatekeeper. 
There  stood  the  little  peanut  horses  and  the  carriage 
just  as  they  had  stood  weeks  before  in  front  of 
Clara's  home  in  Clay  Country. 

The  summer  had  passed  so  pleasantly  and  so 
quickly  that  Clara  was  surprised  to  know  that  the  time 
had  come  for  her  to  return  home.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Prune,  the  gingerbread  twins,  and  all  the  fig  and 
raisin   animals    crowded   to  the   gate  to  see   her  start. 


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Away  the  peanut  horses  flew,  clickity-click,  clickity- 
clack,  clickity-click-click-clack,  clipity-clip,  clipity-clap, 
clipity-clip-clip-clap !  They  dashed  around  corners  and 
up  steep  hills,  for  they  knew  they  would  soon  be  in 
their  own  snug  barn. 

Clara  thought  of  her  dear  waiting  mother,  and 
softly  she  sang  as    the  little  carriage  rolled  on : 

"Hundreds  of  dewdrops  to  greet  the  dawn; 
Hundreds  of  lambs  in  the  purple  clover; 
Hundreds  of  butterflies  on  the  lawn; 
But  only  one  mother  the  wide  world  over." 

— Geo.  Cooper. 

Yes,  there  was  Mrs.  Clay  waiting  with  open 
arms,  and  what  a  feast  she  had  ready  for  her  little 
daughter !  There  were  oranges  and  bananas  and  pears 
and  a  beautifully  frosted  cake,  and  so  many  other 
dainties  that  it  is  not  possible  to  name  them  all. 


During  the  long  winter  evenings  Clara  told  over 
and  over  the  wonderful  adventures  of  her  journey. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Clay  never  tired  of  hearing  their 
daughter  read  from  the  book  given  to  her  in  Paper- 
Land.  The  little  Clays  shouted  with  glee  each  time 
Clara  told  them  about  the  great,  tall  giant  and  the 
very  fat  woman  and  the  gingerbread  twins  and  the 
Prune  people. 

Clara's  mother  liked  best  to  hear  about  the  magic 
fountain  and  the  dancing  flowers,  but  father  Clay 
enjoyed  the  strange  tales  told  by  the  storks — the 
Jumblies  with  green  heads  and  blue  hands,  the  brave 
Clothespins  who  walked  on  high  ropes,  and,  most 
interesting  of  all,  the  queer  Ouangle  Wangle. 

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"  I  shall  never  be  satisfied  until  I  have  seen  the 
Quangle  Wangle  and  his  crumpetty-tree,"  said  Mr. 
Clay. 

"  I  want  to  go  with  you,  dear,"  whispered  Mrs. 
Clay.  "  That  hat — a  hundred  and  two  feet  wide, 
with  ribbons  and  bibbons  on  every  side,  and  bells, 
and  buttons,  and  loops,  and  lace !  Oh,  it  must  be  a 
wonderful  sight ! " 

"  And  the  great  giant  and  the  funny  clowns ! " 
shouted  Clara's  brothers. 

When  Christmas  came,  Polly  and  Peter  Paper 
sent  beautiful  paper  gifts.  There  was  a  pretty  book- 
mark for  "  Uncle  Clay,"  dainty  paper  flowers  for 
"  Aunt  Clay,"  big,  bright  red  Christmas  bells  and 
cornucopias  and  chains  and  baskets  for  the  Clay 
cousins,  besides  letter-paper  and  envelopes  for  each 
one  in  the  family. 

Gifts  came  pouring  in  from  all  parts  of  Busy- 
Land.  There  were  acorn  tops,  wooden  wagons,  sail- 
boats, horse-reins,  kites,  windmills,  soldier  caps,  paints, 
and  books  for  the  boys.  Dolls  of  paper,  wood,  seal- 
ing-wax, and  candy;  doll-houses,  doll  wagons  and 
carts ;  woven  clothing  for  the  dolls  and  rugs  for  their 
houses ;   crayons  and  books  for  the  girls. 

A  card-holder  from  the  Pines  and  a  holder  for 
the  writing-paper  and  envelopes  came  for  "Aunt  Clay," 
and  a  woven  cap  from  the  weaver  and  a  big  bottle 
of  ink  from  Shadow-Land  for  "  Uncle  Clay." 


For  a  New  Year  gift  Bertha  and  Bernard  Black 
sent  a  pretty  ink  blotter  and  a  lovely  calendar  that 
they  had  made  themselves.  And  then  on  Valentine 
Day  no  one  was  forgotten.  Such  beautiful  valen- 
tines had  never  been  seen  in  Clay  Country. 

"  Busy-Land  must  be  a  wonderful  place,"  said 
Mrs.  Clay.  "  I  am  so  anxious  to  see  that  remark- 
able hat.  With  ribbons  and  bibbons  on  every  side, 
and  bells,  and  buttons,  and  loops,  and  lace." 

"Oh,  dear,  I  wish  I  could  go,  too!"  sighed  Clara's 
little  sister. 

"  So  do  I !  So  do  I !  So  do  I ! "  echoed  the 
other  children. 

"  We  will  all  go,"  declared  Mr.  Clay.  "  Busy- 
Land  is  the  land  for  us." 


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Making 


"Oh,  the  child  a  poet  is! 
Poet's  pleasures  too  are  his ; 
Would  he  had  the  art  to  tell 
What  he  sees  and  hears  so  well — 


Would  he  had  the  art  to  tell 
What  he  hears  and  sees  so  well, 
Ere  his  senses,  grown  less  keen, 
Say  they  have  not  heard  or  seen." 


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HELPS    FOR    MAKING 

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Page  i.      CLARA  CLAY. — Model  free-hand  with  clay  or  plasticine. 

CLARA'S  TRUNKS.— Pasteboard  boxes  that  open  like 
trunks. 

Page  2.  CLARA'S  CARRIAGE.— Box  with  upper  left  corner  cut 
out.  Windows  cut  out.  Pasteboard  wheels  fast- 
ened to  sides  of  box  with  paper-fasteners. 

CLARA'S  HORSES. — Use  large  peanut  for  body  of  horse 
and  small  peanut  for  head.  Join  head  to  body 
with  toothpick.  Use  toothpick  for  tail  and  four 
toothpicks  for  legs.  Put  a  little  sealing-wax  on 
end  of  toothpick  legs  for  hoofs. 

Page  3.  PAPER  DOLLS,  HAND  IN  HAND.— Fold  paper  as  many 
times  as  you  want  dolls.  Do  not  cut  through  folds 
at  hands. 


PAPER-LAND 

Page  4.      HOUSE. — Paper,  8-inch  square.    1.  Fold 
16  squares.     2.  Cut  on  solid  lines. 

3.  Crease  and  paste  square   A   to 
B    and    C    to    D    to    form    roof. 

4.  Paste  corner  squares. 

TREES.— Cut  from  stiff  paper. 

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A 

D 

B 

Page 


Page  6. 


Page  7. 


Page  8. 
Page  9. 


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A 

D 

B 

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TENTS. — Paper,  4-inch  square.  1.  Fold 
16  squares.  2.  Fold  diagonals  of 
corner  squares.  3.  Cut  on  solid 
lines.  4.  Paste  square  A  to  B 
and  C  to  D.  5.  Cut  slit  for  door 
and  fold  out  edges. 

COW. — Fold  writing-paper 
and  cut  outline  of  cow, 
using  fold  for  line  of 
back.  Make  ears  at 
A,  where  dip  of  neck 
is  cut  out.  Fold  ears 
forward.  Paste  together  two  sides  of  head  but 
separate  horns  (B).  Cut  off  one  tail.  Spread  feet 
apart  and  stand  up. 

HORSE.— Fold  writing-paper,  cut  outline  of  horse,  using 
fold  for  line  of  back  and  neck.  Slit  back  of  neck 
at  collar  line  a  third  of  the  way  down.  Fold 
over  a  little  of  the 
back  fold.  Fold  neck 
at  slit  so  as  to  raise 
head.  Paste  two  sides 
of  head  together,  but 
leave  ears  separate. 
Slit  tail  to  resemble  hair.  Spread  feet  apart  so 
horse  stands  alone.  The  folding  over  of  a  little  of 
the  back  fold  gives  horse  a  better  shape.  His 
head  can  be  either  lowered  or  raised. 

BARN. — Paper,    8-inch    square.     Follow    directions    for 

house.     Cut  larger  door  and  smaller  windows. 
FARM  ANIMALS.— Cut  free-hand. 


Page  10.     GARDEN    TOOLS. — Cardboard    and    strong    straws    or 
toothpicks. 

Hoe. — Cut  blade  free- 
hand. Pierce  hole 
and  insert  straw  or 
toothpick  for  handle. 

Spade. — Cut  free-hand. 
Make  two  holes  and 
insert  handle. 


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Rake. — Cut  free-hand.     Insert  handle. 

Page  ii.     WOMAN,  BOY,  GIRL.— Cut  free-hand. 

Page  12.  TABLE. — Paper,  S-inch  square.  1.  Fold 
16  squares.  2.  Cut  off  one  row  of 
squares.  3.  Cut  on  solid  lines.  4. 
Paste  A  and  C  to  B.  5.  Paste  D 
and  F  to  E.  6.  Cut  sides  to  repre- 
sent legs  of  table. 

Page  13.  BED. — Paper,  4-inch  square.  1.  Fold 
16  squares.  2.  Cut  off  one  row  of 
squares.  3.  Cut  on  solid  lines.  4. 
Fold  up  A  and  B  for  head  and  foot 
of  bed.  5.  Paste  C  to  D  and  E  to  F. 
6.  Cut  sides  to  represent  legs  of  bed. 

CHAIR. — Paper,  4-inch  square.  1.  Fold 
16  squares.  2.  Cut  off  one  row  of 
squares.  3.  Cut  off  a  row  of  three 
squares.  4.  Cut  on  solid  lines.  5. 
Paste  B  to  C  and  turn  up  A  for  a 
back.      6.  Paste  D  and  F  to  E.     Cut 

legs  of  chair. 

136 


Cut 

off 

D 

A 

E 

B 

F 

C 

1 

C 

A 

D 

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O 

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B 

F 

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B 

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Page  14. 


See  directions  for  house  (page  134).     Vary 
doors  and  windows.     Add  steeple  to  church 


and  flag  to  school. 


Page 


CHURCH 
SCHOOL 
HOUSE 
BARN 

CAR. — Shoe-box.  Cut  windows  and  platform.  Fasten 
wheels  of  pasteboard  to  sides  of  box.  See  directions 
for  carriage  (page  134). 

-Paper  (white   or  colored),  6-inch   square. 


Draw  diagonals  AB 


Page  16. 


WINDMILL. 
1. 

and  CD.  2.  From 
each  corner  cut  diag- 
onal!}' to  within  one 
inch  of  centre.  3. 
Fold  every  other  flap 
to  the  centre  and 
fasten  to  the  end  of  a  stick  with  a  pin. 
SOLDIER  CAP.— Newspaper,  18  inches  by  12. 


short  edges  together. 
Fold  right  and  left 
edges  together,  ten- 
fold. 3.  Fold  right 
half  of  upper  edge  to 
crease.  (Fig.  1.)  4. 
Fold  left  half  of  upper 
edge  to  crease.  (Fig. 
2.)  5.  Fold  front  ob- 
long at  bottom  up- 
ward. (Fig.  3.)  6. 
Fold  back  oblong  up- 
ward along  back  edge. 
(Fig.  4.)  7.  Fold  cor- 
ners at  A  down,  one 
137 


2.  Creased    edge 


1.  Fold 
at    top. 


Fig.  I 

2 


Fi  cV  5 


Page  1 6. 

{Continued.) 


Page  17. 
Page  18. 


Page  19. 
Page  20 
Page  21 
Page  22. 


over  the  other.  8.  Fold  corners  at  B  in  same  way. 
9.  Hold  paper  by  middle  points,  C  (creases),  of  lower 
edges.  Pull  apart  and  form  square.  (Fig.  5.)  10. 
Fold  corners  upward  and  outward  to  upper  corner  of 
cap.    11.  Spread  at  the  bottom  to  fit  head.    (Fig.  6.) 

KITE. — Tie  three  sticks  together  for  a 
frame.  Cover  frame  with  paper.  Add 
tail  and  string. 

BOAT.— Paper,    6    inches    by    9.      1.    Fold        / 

soldier  cap.  2 .  Fold  front  and  back  points  together 
and  form  square.  3.  Hold  point  of  cap  at  top  and 
separate  lower  corners.  4.  Turn  lower  corners  up- 
ward and  outward  to  upper  corner.  Hold  triangle 
thus  formed  so  that  apex  is  at  the  top.  5.  Pull 
apart  two  inner  corners  at  the  top. 

CIRCUS  TENTS. — See  directions  on  page  135. 

CIRCUS  ANIMALS.— Cut  free-hand.     Color  with  water- 
colors. 

MERRY-GO-ROUND.— Two  circles  of  pasteboard.    Large 
spool    and    small    spool.     Long    pencil    or    stick. 
Heavy  paper  for  boats  and   ani- 
mals.    1.  Cut  animals   free-hand, 
making  one  fore  leg  and  one  hind 
leg  longer  than  the  others  in  order 
to  have  flaps  for  paste.     (Fig.  1.) 
2.  Boats. — 1.  Fold  16  squares.    2. 
Cut  off  one  row  of  squares. 
3.  Cut    on    solid    lines.      4. 
Turn  up  A  and  B.      Fold  A 


and  B  for  seats. 
C  and  D  together. 
E  and  F  together. 
138 


5.  Paste 

6.  Paste 


c 

A 

D 

0 

E 

B 

F 

Page  24. 


Page  26. 


Page  28. 


Fig- 


Fig.  2. 


F'g.  3. 


BOOK. — Several  8-inch  squares.  1.  Fold  paper  on  hori- 
zontal diameter.  2.  Pierce  two  holes  in  crease. 
3.  Run  string  through  holes  and  tie. 

ENVELOPE. — Paper,  n  inches  by  8  inches.  (Size  may 
vary.)  1.  Place  long  edges  parallel  with  edge  of 
desk.  2.  On  up- 
per edge  place  a 
dot  three  inches 
from  each  corner. 
On  lower  edge  do 
the  same.  (Fig. 
1.)  3.  Connect 
opposite  dots  with 
line.  (Fig.  1.)  4.  Fold  long  edges  together  and 
find  middle  of  paper,  but  do  not  crease.  Fold  each 
long  edge  to  middle.  (Fig.  2.)  5.  Shape  flaps 
and  sides  of  envelope.  (Fig.  2.)  6.  Paste  edges  of 
sides;   paste  bottom  flap.     (Fig.  3.) 

PILL-BOX  MAN. — Draw  face  on  small  round  pill-box. 
Fasten  small  box  to  larger  one  with  paper-fastener 
(small  box  must  be  open  when  fastener  is  adjusted) . 
Use  toothpicks  for  arms  and  legs.  A  third  pill-box 
may  serve  as  a  base.    (See  picture.) 

BOX  TOWN. — Use  shoe-boxes  for  houses  and  station. 
A  hat-box,  round  or  square,  will  make  a  good  hotel. 
Cut  windows  and  doors  in  boxes. 


SHADOW-LAND 

Pages  29-38.     FREE-HAND  CUTTINGS.— Black  paper. 
INK  PAINTING.— Brush  and  ink. 


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COLOR-LAND  * 

Pages  39-60.  Paper,  paints,  pan  for  water,  soft  cloth,  and  brush. 
Teach  children  to  dip  the  brush  gently  in  water, 
taking  only  a  drop  or  two  to  moisten  paint;  to 
move  brush  gently  to  take  up  color;  to  test 
color  on  inside  of  box  cover  or  on  bit  of  paper. 

A  box  containing  three  colors  is  well  adapted 
to  their  needs.'  Show  that  yellow  and  blue 
make  green,  that  yellow  and  red  make  orange, 
and  that  blue  and  red  make  violet. 

Lead  children  to  a  perception  of  the  general 
relationship  of  colors  (page  43).  Use  chart  of 
colored  papers  and  a  prism. 

Aim  for  free  work  and  pure  color. 

FLOWER-LAND 

Pages  61-70.  DAISY  LADIES. — Mark  faces  with  ink  on  eye  of 
flower.  Petals  form  the  hair.  Tie  a  large  leaf 
around  the  stem  for  a  gown.  Use  broad  blade 
of  grass  for  a  sash. 

POPPY  LADIES. — Bend  down  petals  of  flower  and 
tie  them  around  stem  with  blade  of  grass. 

PANSY  LADIES.— Tie  flower  to  toothpick  with  a 
blade  of  grass.  Tie  a  large  leaf  around  the 
toothpick  for  a  dress. 

MORNING-GLORY  LADIES.— Turn  flower  upside 
down.  The  pod  forms  a  head.  Tie  grass  blade 
around  petals  for  a  sash. 

HAW  PRINCES.— Mark  faces  on  haws.  Use  tooth- 
picks for  legs  and  arms. 

*  For  the  idea  of  the  story  of  the  Ray  family  that  appears  on  pages  44  to  55  of  this 
section  the  authors  are  indebted  to  the  "  Little  Ray  Family,"  by  Ida  M.  Maffett,  published 
by  the  Inland  Publishing  Company,  Terre  Haute,  Indiana, 

140 


VEGETABLE-LAND 

Pages  71-81.  ROLLY  POLY. — Gourd,  squash,  small  pumpkin, 
or  melon  with  eyes,  nose,  and  mouth  painted 
or  cut. 

PERCY  PICKLE.— Cucumber  with  face  cut  out  and 
toothpick  arms  and  legs. 

ADAM  APPLE. — Small  apple  for  a  head  and  a 
larger  apple  for  a  body.  Cut  eyes,  nose,  and 
mouth.  Use  toothpicks  for  legs  and  arms.  One 
apple  may  be  used  instead  of  two. 

CORNELIA  HUSKS.— Cob  body.  Tie  light  husk 
over  one  end  for  head.  Mark  eyes,  nose,  and 
mouth  on  husk  and  add  corn-silk  hair.  Green 
husks  tied  with  rhubarb  ribbon  or  with  a  grass- 
blade  sash  form  the  gown. 

CORN   BABY. — Cob  dressed  in  green  husks. 

RADISH  BABY. — Cut  eyes,  nose,  and  mouth.  Tie 
leaves  with  a  grass-blade  sash  to  form  a  gown. 

JACK-O'-LANTERN.— Cut  out  eyes,  nose,  and 
mouth.  Place  candle  inside  or  paste  yellow 
tissue-paper  behind  eyes,  nose,  and  mouth. 

LEMON  PIG. — Lemon  body  with  toothpick  legs 
and  tail.  Cut  a  mouth  and  a  tin)'  Y  in  skin 
on  each  side  of  head.  Bend  back  the  V-shaped 
pieces  for  ears. 

NUT-LAND 

Pages  82-92.     WALNUT  POLICEMAN.— Walnut,  clothespin,  tissue- 
paper,  and  glue.      Glue  walnut  to  head  of  a 
clothespin.     Mark  eyes,  nose,  mouth,  and  hair 
141 


Pages  82-92.  on  the  nut.     Tie  a  roll  of  tissue-paper  a  little 

(Continued.)  below  the  head  to  form  the  arms.     Dress  in 

dark  blue  tissue.    Cut  brim  of  hat  of  stiff  paper 

and  glue  to  it  a  half  shell  for  a  crown.     The 

policeman  can  stand  in  sand  or  soft  dirt. 

Follow  above  directions  when  using  other 
nuts  of  similar  shape.  Acorn  cups  make  good 
caps. 

ACORN  DISHES. — Use  cups  for  saucers  and  covers 
of  dishes.  Bore  holes  and  insert  ends  of  bent 
straws  for  handles,  spouts,  etc. 

PEANUT  PEOPLE.— Seven  double- jointed  nuts  and 
one  single  nut.  Use  small  nut  for  head,  a  large 
nut  for  the  body,  a  large  nut  for  each  arm,  and 
two  large  nuts  for  each  leg.  Fasten  nuts  to- 
gether with  heavy  thread.  Draw  eyes,  nose, 
and  mouth  with  ink.  Ink  back  of  head  and 
shoes.  Glue  on  a  cue  made  of  heavy  thread  or 
yarn  (braided).  Dress  in  tissue  and  glue  a 
circle  of  bright  paper  over  joining  of  hair  and 
head. 

CHESTNUT  PEOPLE.— Use  nuts  soft  enough  to  be 
easily  perforated.  Bore  holes  and  insert  tooth- 
picks for  legs  and  arms.  Bore  hole  in  head  and 
another  in  body  and  join  by  running  a  tooth- 
pick into  these  holes. 

HORSE-CHESTNUT  HORSES— Take  small  nut  for 
head.  Cut  eyes,  nostrils,  and  ears.  (See 
lemon  pig.)  Glue  two  large  nuts  together  for 
long  body.     Make  blanket  and  girth  of  paper. 

142 


Pages  82-92.  Use    toothpicks  for   neck  and   legs,  and  wax, 

(Continued.)  plaster,  or  clay  for  hoofs.     With  a  pin  fasten 

on  a  tail  of  thread  or  string. 
HICKORY-NUT  WOMAN.— See  directions  for  police- 
man. 
CHAINS  AND  BRACELETS.— String  nuts  on  heavy 
thread.  Sections  of  bamboo,  straws,  hollow 
grasses,  and  seeds  may  be  combined  with  the 
nuts. 

WOOD-LAND 

Pages  93-110.      STORK. — Large  cork  for  body  and  small  cork  for 
head.     Toothpicks  or  matches  sharpened  at 
both  ends  form  neck,  bill,   and   legs.     Use 
large  flat  cork  for  base  and  stick  legs  into  it. 
CANOE. — Cut  bark  double,  leaving  fold  at  bot- 
tom.     Sew    ends    with    thread    or    raphia. 
(Paper  may  be  used  instead  of  bark.) 
SPOOL  HOUSE.— Spools  and  pasteboard.    Build 
walls  of  spools.     Fold  and  crease  a  piece  of 
pasteboard  for  a  roof. 
SPOOL   PEOPLE.— Large    spool    for    body    and 
small  spool  for  head.     Draw  face  with  ink 
or  pencil.     Large  pins  or  large  needles  form 
legs  and  arms.     Use  thimble  for  hat. 
SPOOL  FURNITURE.— Spools  and  pasteboard. 
Chair. — Bend  pasteboard  for  seat  and  back  of 

chair  and  paste  seat  to  spool. 
Bed. — Follow  same  plan  as  for  chair. 
Table. — Circle  of  pasteboard  pasted  to  spool. 
Stove. — Two  pieces  of  pasteboard  and  spools. 
143 


Pages    93-110.  Place  legs  of  stove  and  above  them  lay  an 

oblong  of  pasteboard.  Extend  pasteboard 
beyond  front  legs  for  a  hearth.  Build  up 
stove  and  use  a  square  of  pasteboard  for  the 
top.     Spool  chimney. 

CLOTHESPIN  PEOPLE— Draw  face  on  head  of 
the  pin.  Tie  roll  of  tissue-paper  below  head 
for  arms.  Dress  in  tissue-paper.  For  clothes- 
pin house  see  illustration  on  page  102. 

PINE  FAMILY.— A  bunch  of  pine  needles  cut 
off  to  form  a  flat  base  so  it  will  stand.  Sep- 
arate some  needles  on  each  side  and  tie  with 
grass  to  form  arms  (see  page  105).  Tie 
grass  or  thread  around  neck  and  waist. 
Dress  in  leaves  or  petals  of  flowers.  When 
blown  gently  the  Pine  family  will  walk.  A 
few  needles  must  be  trimmed  out  to  give  Mr. 
Pine  legs. 

WOODEN  HOUSE.— Two  soap-boxes  fastened  to- 
gether form  body  of  house  and  a  third  box, 
taken  apart,  makes  the  roof.  Pieces  of  third 
box  also  furnish  wood  for  partitions. 

FURNITURE. — The  more  simple  and  original  the 
better.  Wood  of  cigar-boxes  is  best  adapted 
for  this  purpose. 

WAGON. — Use  box  for  body.  Spools  or  circles 
of  wood  form  wheels.  A  large-headed  nail 
clinched  inside  the  wagon  may  serve  as  an 
axle.  The  hole  in  the  wheel  through  which 
the  nail  passes  must  be  a  little  larger  than  the 
144 


Pages    93-110.  nail  so  the  wheel  may  turn  freely.     The  nail 

{Continued.)  must  have  a  large  head  to  serve  as  a  hub. 

TOP  AND  BOAT. — See  illustrations  on  pages  106 
and  109. 

RAPHIA  GIRL  AND  BROOM.— Take  strands  of 
raphia  half  as  thick  as  body  is  to  be.  Double 
strands  and  tie  to  form  head.  Separate  a  few 
strands  on  each  side  to  make  arms.  Wind 
arms  with  raphia.  Tie  girdle  around  body. 
Cut  off  end  to  form  flat  base.  Tie  a  wide, 
smooth  piece  of  raphia  over  the  head  and 
draw  a  face.    Add  hair  of  raphia. 

Use  skewer  for  handle  of  broom.  Double 
the  raphia  as  for  a  doll's  head,  fastening  it 
securely  to  the  skewer. 

LOG  CABIN. — Use  box  for  foundation.  Cover 
box  with  twigs  cut  with  straight  ends.  Tiny 
tacks  or  brads  must  be  used  or  twigs  will 
split. 

WEAVING-LAND 

Pages  111-126.     MRS.  YARN. — See  directions  for  raphia  doll. 
WEAVING.— Loom  .—Pasteboard . 

Warp. — Cord  or  carpet  warp. 
Woof. — Wool,    carpet    yarn,    cord, 
raphia,    silkoline,    rags,    candle 
wicking,  chenille,  etc. 

Over,  under,  and  over, 
Under,  over  once  more, 
Across  the  loom  and  back  again, 
The  wool  goes  as  before."  (L.  W.) 

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Pages   1 11-126. 

{Continued.) 


Fig.   2 

Fig.  1  shows  the  front  of  a  pasteboard 
loom  strung  with  warp  all  ready  for  weaving. 
Fig.  2  shows  the  back  of  the  same  loom. 

HAMMOCK. — Loom.— Pasteboard. 

Warp  and  Woof. — The  same  ma- 
terial. Two  brass  rings  and  a 
darning-needle  large  enough  to 
hold  the  woof  will  also  be 
needed. 


MlfflTTl 


Front 


LOOM    FOR    HAMMOCK 


Back 


Fasten  one  end  of  warp  to  upper  ring,  pass 
it  through  the  outside  hole  at  top,  across  to 
146 


Pages  111-126. 

(Continued.) 


first  lower  hole.  Pull  through  and  fasten  to 
lower  ring,  then  back  to  second  lower  hole. 
Across  back  of  loom  through  second  upper 
hole  and  back  to  upper  ring,  etc.  Cut  pieces 
of  woof  long  enough  to  allow  for  fringe  on 
each  side  of  hammock. 


LOOM   FOE   CAP 


Loom. — Top,    2%";     bottom,    4%";     length,     $%". 
Top,  14  notches;  bottom,  14  notches. 

Top,  first  notch  W  from  left  edge,  %$" 
between  notches.  Last  notch  %"  from  right 
edge. 

Bottom,  first  notch  sio"  from  left  edge,  %& 
between  notches.  Last  notch  %"  from  right 
edge. 
Warp,  4  yards. — Tie  end  to  upper  left  notch. 
Carry  to  first  lower  notch,  through  this  notch 
to  back  of  loom  to  second  lower  notch. 
Through  second  lower  notch  up  face  of  loom 
147 


Pages  111-126. 

(Continued.) 


to  first  notch  (same)  at  top.  Through  this 
down  back  of  loom  to  first  lower  notch  again. 
Through  first  notch  across  face  of  loom  to 
second  notch;  through  second  notch  up  back 
of  loom  to  second  notch  at  top.  Two  warp- 
threads  have  now  been  laid  on  both  front 
and  back  of  the  loom.  Proceed  to  lay  two 
more  threads  on  front  in  same  manner,  but 
run  the  warp  through  the  second  upper  notch 
only  once  and  on  its  return  to  the  top  pass 
it  through  the  next  hole  to  the  right.  Lay 
two  threads  on  the  back  of  the  loom  as  be- 
fore and  continue  by  alternately  placing  two 
threads  on  the  front  and  on  the  back  until 
the  last  upper  notch  is  reached.  Run  an 
extra  warp-thread  from  this  to  the  last  lower 
notch,  making  the  number  of  threads  odd. 

To  remove  cap  from  loom,  break  paste- 
board— tear  off  notches. 


/  1   1  1  1  1   1  1   1  1   1  1  1   1 

LOOM    FOR   COAT 


Loom. — Top,    2%";      bottom,   4V;      length,   4%"; 
sleeves,  iY/.     Top,  14  notches.    First  notch 


Pages  111-126. 

(Continued.) 


Ke"    from    left,    %&     between    notches.     Last 
notch  /s"  from  right  edge. 

Bottom,  14  notches.  First  notch  %s"  from 
left  edge,  5ie"  between  notches.  Last  notch 
X"  from  right  edge. 


upper  edge,  %&'  between  notches — 6  notches. 

Warp. — Begin  at  A,  string  right  hand  of  front 
(as  for  cap),  then  the  back  of  loom,  and  lastly 
the  left-hand  front.  This  is  so  the  coat  will 
open  in  front.  About  4  yards  of  warp  are 
needed. 

Weaving. — Start  woof  at  A,  weave  around  loom 
to  F,  reverse  and  weave  back  again  to  A. 
Continue  in  this  way  until  top  of  sleeve  is 
reached. 
Throw  an 
extra  thread 
around  the 
arm.  This 
thread  is  a 
part  of  the 
woof  and 
passes  from 
E  down  the 
back  of  the 
loom  to  D 
and  up  the 
front  to  E. 
From  E 
weave  across 
149 


Pages  111-126. 

(Continued.) 


the  back  to  B,  down  the  front  to  C,  and 
up  the  back  of  the  sleeve  to  B  again.  From 
B  weave  right  side  of  front  to  H-C,  extend- 
ing the  woof-threads  of  the  body  to  the 
ends  of  the  sleeve  for  warp.  Weave  entire 
back  space  C-D,  E-B.  Extend  woof  for 
sleeve  warp.  In  weaving  sleeves,  put  in 
extra  thread  and  weave  closely. 
EASTER  CHICKENS.— A  pencil,  two  pins,  and  a 
ball  of  soft  yarn.  Cut  a  piece  of  yarn  longer 
than  the  pencil  and  lay  it  along  the  pencil 
as  in  Fig.  1.  Stick  a  pin  in  the  yarn  near 
each  end  of  the  pencil.  (Fig.  1.)  (A  piece 
of  yarn  will  extend  beyond  the  pencil  at  each 
end.)  Now  wind  the  yarn  from  the  ball 
around  the  pencil  from  pin  to  pin  until  there 
are  two  or  more  layers.     (Fig.  1.) 


Fig.  1 


Pull  out  the  pins,  take  hold  of  each  of  the 
hanging  ends,  slip  the  wound  yarn  off  of  the 
pencil,  and  then  tie  the  ends  together  as 
tightly  as  possible.     (Fig.  2.) 

With  scissors  cut  through  the  outer  side 
of  all  the  loops.    This  will  make  a  woolly  ball. 

(Fig-  3-)  _ 

Use  this  ball  for  body  of  chicken  and  make 
a  smaller  one  for  its  head.     A  ball  the  same 
ISO 


Fig.  2 


Fig.  3 


Pages  111-126. 


(Continued.) 


size  may  be  trimmed  down  with  scissors. 
Tie  strings  of  the  two  balls  together.  Make 
eyes  of  black-headed  pins.  A  tiny  triangle 
of  pasteboard  (bent  in  the  middle)  makes 
a  good  beak.  Paste  beak  in  place.  Run 
a  piece  of  wire  through  the  body  and  bend 
it  down  to  form  legs.  Make  two  pin-holes 
in  a  card  and  push  one  wire  leg  down 
through  the  first  hole  and  up  through  the 
other.     Bend  the  end  back  to  the  leg  and 


Fig.  4 


twist  it  around  leg  two  or  three  times.    Make 
two  more  pin-holes  and  fasten  the  other  leg 
to  the  card  in  the  same  way.     (Fig.  4.) 
151 


Pages  111-126.     FIG   RABBIT. — Plump  fig    for   body  and    prune 

(Continued.)  for  nead#    Ears,  fore  paws,  and  hind  feet  are 

made   of   raisins.     Three   currants   fastened 

together  with  a  toothpick  form  a  tail.    Whole 

cloves  for  eyes. 

FIG  CALF. — Three  figs  for  body,  prune  for  head, 
raisins  fastened  with  toothpicks  for  legs,  and 
tail  and  ears  of  currants.     Cloves  form  eyes. 

PRUNE  TURTLE.— Flat  prune  for  body,  raisin 
for  head,  and  currants  for  neck,  legs,  and  feet. 

MARSHMALLOW  MAN.— Three  marshmallows 
fastened  together  with  a  toothpick.  Cloves 
for  eyes,  nose,  and  mouth.  Cloves  may  also 
be  used  for  buttons  on  coat. 

FIG  BOY  AND  GIRL.— Fig  bodies,  marshmallow 
heads,  with  clove  eyes,  noses,  and  mouths. 
Raisins  strung  on  toothpicks  make  legs  for 
the  boy. 

LOLLYPOP  GRANDMOTHER.— Cone  of  stiff  pa- 
per for  body.  Run  stick  of  lollypop  through 
point  of  cone  and  fasten  with  string.  Draw 
eyes,  nose,  and  mouth  on  paper  covering  of 
lollypop.  Use  tissue-paper  for  dress  and 
bonnet. 

PRUNE  PEOPLE.— Prune  for  head  and  three 
prunes  for  body.  Use  toothpicks  to  fasten 
them  together.  In  the  same  way  use  raisins 
for  legs  and  arms.  Paste  paper  eyes  and 
mouth  in  place,  or  use  cloves.  Dress  prunes 
in  tissue-paper. 
152 


HOME-LAND 

Pages  127-132.     CLAY   HOUSE. — Model  with  clay   or  plasticine. 
CLAY  FRUIT. — Use  real  fruit  for  models. 

MR.  AND  MRS.  CLAY.— Clay  pipe  with  eyes 
and  mouth  drawn  on  the  bowl  (page  129). 
The  little  point  forms  a  nose.  Use  a  roll  of 
tissue-paper  for  arms  and  tie  them  to  pipe- 
stem  just  below  the  bowl.  Tissue-paper 
clothing. 

CHRISTMAS  BELL.— Fold  paper  and  cut  free- 
hand. 

CHRISTMAS  CORNUCOPIA.— Eight-inch  square 
and    6-inch 


Fid2 

Fi 

Jl 

A 

square.    On  8- 

inch  square 

draw  lines 

parallel    to 

and    1    inch 

from  upper 

and    lower 

edges.      Draw 

vertical     lines 

1    inch    apart. 

(Fig.  1.)     Cut 

on   vertical    lines.      Cut  6-inch   square   into 

strips  6  inches  long  and  1  inch  wide.    (Fig.  2.) 

Weave  strips  as  in  Fig.  3.      Paste  together 

edges  (A-B)  to  form  cornucopia. 

CHRISTMAS  CHAINS.— Strips  of  green  and  strips 
of  red  paper.     Paste  ends  of  green  strip  to 
153 


Pages  127-132.  form  a  ring.    Pass  red  strip  through  ring  and 

(Continued.)  paste  ends  of  strip  together.     Run  a  green 

strip  through  red  ring  and  paste  ends  of  strip, 
etc. 


BOOK-MARK.— Cut  oblong  of  stiff 
paper.  Cut  in  it  a  V-shaped  flap 
as  in  Fig.  1.  Paste  picture  of 
flower  or  animal  above  cut. 


V 


% 


PAPER  OR  ENVELOPE  RACK.— Piece  of  wood 
or  cardboard  glued  to  four  small  spools  which 
serve  as  legs.  (See  page  131.)  Stand  clothes- 
pins on  heads  and  glue  them  to  the  card- 
board. Water-colors  may  be  used  to  deco- 
rate. 

PAPER  FLOWERS.— Sweet  peas— raphia  stem. 
Twist  bits  of  colored  paper  (tissue)  and  tie 
them  to  stem.    See  illustration. 

VALENTINE  JOINED  HEARTS.— Cut  hearts 
double,  starting  the  upper  middle  of  heart  on 
the  fold.  Fold  paper  as  for  dolls  when  a 
series  of  joined  hands  are  wanted. 

CALENDAR. — Paste  tiny  calendar  to  heavy  draw- 
ing-paper. Use  brush  and  ink  for  decorating. 
A  little  water  in  ink  will  give  gray  tones. 

BLOTTER. — Decorate  a  piece  of  heavy  paper 
with  water-colors  or  with  ink.  Cut  blotting- 
paper  the  same  size  and  fasten  with  colored 
string. 

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